Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lose?
Okay, boys and girls. Updates, please.
and I need you to help me do that.
No, actually, my first career was in the wine trade.
We need people to care. We need a vigil.
Tell me what?
My knight in shining shorts. What do you got?
Susan's fucking funny, isn't she?
She's the only one who does.
Well, his arm froze and the top part shattered,
it was gonna be three years. It's not. It's six months.
-Uh, yes, sir? You at the back? -ALL: Rav! Rav!
No downers, no frowners, missy.
I bet you're feeling pretty pleased with yourself.
five thousand human lives have been on the line.
No! Because this is a Magritte, Nadia.
I need to invert because I do not wanna pass out
How many times have you said that and I got the money?
-(PDA BEEPING) -Now send.
in the French famine. Uh... La Famine?
Your marriage is like the fucking Hindenburg, Rav!
Yeah, this is our, uh, Executive Stargazer Suite.
No. F me. F me with a... CB. No! (SIGHS)
-that everyone thinks they are. -TIM: Are you kidding?
with different shaped eggs.
You said pretending to be captain?
in about 25 minutes.
(LAUGHTER)
-I'll go. (CLEARS THROAT) -Oh, sure. Okay.
TIM: Hey, what about my pig son?
but I'm off to the bridge now.
-Actor. -CYRUS: They all are.
-Thanks. You can stand down. -Unbe-goddamn-lievable.
-It's a medical science. -Of course.
-(SIGHS) -Hey, Martina, the rat's back.
-Of course. -RYAN: Mrs. Kelly.
The puckering's beautiful.
whereas Matt just...
-Yeah. -KAREN KELLY: Tim, hit him.
There's been an update. I was just told five years.
What is this? A betting syndicate?
No, I think that's a r-- No, that's an asshole.
-What do you mean? -(WHISPERS) Cyrus...
-Oh, she's got a great look. -Yeah.