Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Chrissy, are you hurt?

But otherwise, a great day.

- Look at that guy.

reclaiming the infernal sovereign--

into one big, way more powerful, lawless universe.

- Oh, hey, Laur, I left your sugar in the mailbox.

Not today. [door opens]

- My dad's not the one who's been gaslighting me

[dramatic music]

Weren't you about to shove something up my dick?

- Hope he stays off Twitter. - [groans]

STUDENT 2: Hey, shh.

Like it was a meet-cute,

to make him feel big again.

- We can take you away from here.

You gaslit the wrong bitch. [grunts]

You smell like rot. - [sighs]

[screaming] I said orderly!

- Are you sure you're okay?

[dramatic music plays]

someone's beeping in?

Your father is well able to provide.

- Actually, we are not authorized

there's a pamphlet in the glovebox right under the gun.

except when we left Vermont.

- Oh, no, no. It's not lame at all.

Is that track lighting?

- But in a more literal sense,

Ew, Mom! - Let me feel.

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

- And now, the real suffering begins.

What's your name, by the way?

that's so remote, it'll make that ghost town in Wyoming

SINGER: ♪ No one would judge me ♪

Now raise your hand if you fucked the Devil.

My forces assemble in Middletown as we speak, and--

Totes my pleash. [Ben chuckles]