Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We'll go home, make a plan.
Stars and stripes forever, baby.
You know, my friend Bridget gave birth in the woods.
Push, push, push!
You okay? I love you.
Yeah, not really.
like a body caught in crossfire or pulled apart by force.
I went to school with the medical director.
Not about this.
We did it, Holly.
I think she does something at John Hancock.
Not now. Not now. Shit.