Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now that her supply's been compromised,
I look outside. He is... He's on the ground, Piper.
Okay? I'll be right back.
Here we go.
but it's not.
because of how well I captured your spirit.
Every day, up and down the street.
People like you, Piper Chapman.
Neptune's Produce.
Are you finished? You're starting to sound finished.
That's cutting it pretty close. All right, here we go.
S. O'Neill.
Guide to Bird-Watching. Seven-hundreds?
Too much coffee irritates the stomach lining.
Until one day, he passed by an army base,
Just open the door.
You deal with it.
At a time like this, does that matter?
I might actually be lucky this happened now.
Looks like we'll be able to work something out.
What is that? Is that porn?
I told you that this was a bad idea.
I mean, she's an addict, all right? She had a slip.
That's great, honey.
I always said, when they first come through,
Yeah.
I'm in print, I'm young-ish.
Some of the guards drop off their clothes, too.
I feel like I am missing so much.
If I tell you it gets easier, does that make me corny?
What, you expect me to wait for you to come around?
Red sent me. Says she doesn't play baseball.
Okay.
Look, not... Okay, not that I'd insist, Piper. Okay? I...
Maybe I can, uh...
was stand there and open his box.
Well, I guess this one slipped in the mud.
Reading about, uh...
About Red and the way that she runs her business.
I know. I know.
not just the ones who drink your goddamn Kool-Aid.
I left that part out. Your secret is safe.
Not anymore.
I have to get more batteries.
I know I should be feeling thrilled right now.
You're going to prison in three months.
the blonde one was screaming and the hot one was stuck inside.
Y'all are like a novela. You know that, right?
Okay.
The 'stache is not for fags, it's for fuckin' men.
you do not want to see how I would deal with it.
Can't be that serious. When it's serious, she throws coconuts.
Bitch I'm ooh chika chika ouch bad like Michael
two screws sticking right out of it,
Where the hell is Pete?
The fiance? Mmm-hmm.
No, I want you to get me out.
He wrote an article about me.
You won't die, you'll suffer.
All I'm saying is,
It's just shitty.
l Dramaaaa!
Fuck you! And this dryer!
Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm. Almost there.
Larry, honey...
That sounds like Two Girls, One Cup.
But sometimes...
You wanna see something? What?
They're sick. Pussies. I don't believe in getting sick.
And he realized that all he had to do
woke up in full-tilt withdrawal this morning.
Don't you do that! Do what?
Good, good, good. Okay.
and they always wanted candy bars.
Why didn't you just tell me you were going to a party tonight?
I'm pretty sure I'm suffocating.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Of course it is. We just gotta have a little talk, you and me.