Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, if this goes tits-up.
- Pam, I will hit you in the face. - Aha-ha-ow!
A little something? Oh, that is just classic you.
Well, every ISIS agent has a company-issued...
It's called tough love, Cyril. - The secret ingredient is phone.
How you say? womp-womp
Too bad. So you can just paddle that hole in your foot...
Hello. Mother. What? Really?
- Sorry, sir. - Hang on just one second.
Oh, right, how could I forget Mr. Cling?
Oh, Jesus, God.
Pipe down, pipe cleaner.
Well, if I did, I'd just scrape all your previous mishaps into a big pile...
Like emeralds. How did I never see that?
- Unless I get smothered to death. - Oh. That's just pathetic.
And that's the reason I don't have sex with my co-workers.
- What? No. No, you're not. - Yes.
- It's my phone. Pam put yours in the blender. - Come on.
who micro-manage everything, would it? - What? No, that's not why I'm...
SCUFF THAT LUGGAGE AND I'LL CUT YOUR HAMSTRINGS FOR YOU!
You can trust me. You know, probably.
Oh, right. Because you walked into Strippers' Discount Warehouse...
or a shark tank or...
- Well, Cyril I can't really do that either. - He says he can't put her on.
- Okay, I'm on it. What? Yes. God. - Come on.
- Like, high enough to redo my kitchen? - Ugh. What did I tell you?
Talking. Just talking about it.
And what?