Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've run the numbers.
but I'm not turning into a Hateworm today.
♪ Oh! That's just the way That I feel, now, baby ♪
Oh, no!
Grow the fuck up
-[thunder rumbling] -Well, anyways, long story short,
I got a new client? "Lucinda P." Oh, they sound fun.
-Well, we can't get in this way. -[Gavin] Come on!
Hold up, we're just letting these people into your home
I mean, we could.
♪ There's nothin' better ♪
-[Pete] Oh, no! Dante. -Come back!
-[sighs] Connie will save us. -All right, then.
Okay, this right here? This is why I don't want that.
[rain falling]
Holy freaking guac!
Oh, my God, it's ruined. Doug, fall to your knees in the rain.
-We've never been more sorry. -We'll cover everything.
Mariah Carey's high G is a crutch.
Oh, my God, it's so rainy, I can't see.
Ahh!
-[laughing] Um, you got a few new clients. -[mail clattering]
Well, I do.
Which, via science,
On the phone with the Inbox Zero Abortion Clinic by now?
Just take a handful of fish.
Ugh, I know that, Barry, but I'm trying to get us out of this frickin' hurricane.
Where are you?
How you gonna get there? Your shitty car is totaled.
Come here. Come here.
I hope the writers kill you all off!
I don't tell you that enough. [gasps] Jesus, your arms.
[clears throat] And my pizzazz!
Yeah, it does.
I bet those jealous creeps smashed your car on purpose.
[both] And butt sticks out for two minutes.
I'm just gonna go back.
-Hold on, Jakey. -Oh, my God, slow down!
Dante, uh, wait.
All small and shit? Fuck that.
How big is your penis?
"Whatever happens to Lionel, the Shame Wizard, me, so be it."
This is gonna be a category four hurricane.