Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I-- I wasn't trying to insult you, ma'am. -Fuck you.

-I'll see you at breakfast. -Okay, babe.

But I don't have to make this easy for you.

I even had a book I was gonna give her. Emily of New Moon.

See, holding two incompatible ideas in your head at the same time

and accepting both of them...

-Come on. -Whoa.

I mean, the universe is moral, but it shares your views on morality.

Okay, okay. No problem.

Not a lot of people at this party can say that.

I had every intention of meeting her, all right?

[Nadia] Gather 'round, gather 'round.

-Potato, two potatoes. -Okay.

She's just fucking everybody, and I'm watching like an idiot.

Who is Beatrice? You know what? I don't care.

No, no, no, no, no. That's his deal.

You want me to feel guilty?

In 15 universes, she's alone.

I know how to count, Alan.

Fifteen times, Ruth has grieved for me.

-Would you say that's a fair assessment? -Sure.

[dance music playing]

I had a mace-induced asthma attack. You?

Yeah, because it was morally simplistic and narcissistic.

Yeah, my bathroom doesn't have a black hole, so...

[shaky breathing]

-You lock the door behind you? -Yes.

So the kids can't taste it?