Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want you to get me mouth-pregnant.
This just got super-dark.
All right. All right.
but somehow, you've roped in my Nana's best friend's granddaughter!
I dug holes and put my family's body insides of them.
Hey, maybe I'll finally start writing that novel tonight.
Do you need a swimsuit for a D.P.?
Um, my mother's father is a quarter Armenian,
What's that smell? I think it's arrogance mixed with sarcasm.
What are you up to, Tinkle Button?
Owen, wake up!
No. I meant it in the idiomatic sense:
Oh, yeah, cup the balls!
It's okay. It's okay. Shh. Let the poison out.