Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No choice. He's the union rep.
Did you try the little jam-bread whatever your boyfriend made?
When are they gonna offer you that permanent gig at the restaurant?
Enough. Molly, I'm serious.
Said he had some kind of vision.
Well, when I had that vision, or premonition, or whatever it was...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Make sure to clean up afterward.
Candice didn't deserve to die.
Oh, my God!
Why are you following us?
Okay, I'm sorry. Do you come with subtitles?
Where is she?
Gymnasts are worse than baseball players at this kind of thing.
There we go.
How did you know?
All set, Pete?
Maybe.
What do you want from us?
You son of a bitch!
It's weird.
Hey, that's great. I prefer a professional. In fact, you know what? I kind of demand it.
Over here! See the railing?
Yeah. Could've been.
...we all got off the bus, but the ground gave way and Candice fell.
You all just be careful now.
Come on.
When everything started going down on that bridge...
They're called tits.
We need to tell Olivia.
What? Sam, that's amazing.
What's capay? I don't know what that means.
Heh. Terrible.
Go!
...and I'll make you a nice late dinner, okay?
Hold on!
Peter?
Maybe you worked for them.
And, um, sometimes our older ones too. Come on.
I wanna see you guys run the routine all the way through once.
Sam, you can't do this to yourself.
That's the big question here.
Thanks.
Dennis! It was Dennis.
...I'd rather be very Olivia.
It was just timing, you know? He got in the way and--
What's the matter?
Get off the Boeing 747-200 Princess Lola Loud
Hey.
Morning, Peter.
We're not working out.
Listen, if you think I'm gonna sit here--
We got a gig on Sunday.
Let's go. Do it!
That's not very nice, you know.
All right, ahem, show me how this happened.
What?
Hey, Sam.
You're not looking so hot there, Moll-face.
Perfect. Just what we want.
- Aah! - Olivia!