Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[both yelling]
SINGER: ♪ For wanting to be by myself ♪
- I do.
Well, I don't care about them.
- Remember me, motherfucker?
- Oh, well, thanks, Dad.
LAURA: My little baby girl is all grown up.
- Gerald's gonna be at that party,
What is this?
[grunting]
blessed by an uncircumcised Kabbalist rabbi.
my entire life.
- Aw. Thanks, Bennigan.
near where the bathroom sink used to be.
CHRISSY: No! - Come on.
♪ ♪
Christina? [school bell ringing]
- Really? Cool, because the beast guys
Nothing's normal about my life! Are you mental?
I have to bathroom now.
- Oh! Oh, yeah, thanks. BEN: Yeah.
I do. You're a teen.
- Hi, honey. I'm a chicken now.
SINGER: ♪ And know that ♪
I'm so glad you moved us to a new town
about them not poo-pooing.
LAURA: Look, I'm sorry for putting this off.
- Business trip? Pleasure?
does that mean I don't have to listen to anyone?
DARLENE: Until you know it. - Get off of me!
- Oh, God. No, gross.
know that I'm calling the shots now.
Look.
No more running.
- Oh. - Oh, my God.
- But you said my dad was dead.
than robotripping in tequila-soaked tampons.
So thank you. - Pssh, no thanks necessary.
[eerie musical sting]
- [breathes raspingly]
- Because I'm your mother, and mothers know best.
but that was irrefutably cathartic.
[roars]
Hold up. Time out.
[laughter and voices echoing]
- To your future,
- Ah, this feels like a big escalation from swirlies, man.
- Every other? That's a little weak.
Maybe I want him to find me.
DEVIL: Comedy. [gunshot]
The future is female!
and then I'll be top shit for eternity.
[ominous music]
- You're welcome for giving you a higher calling
[laughs]