Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd love to buy.  I have my debit card, traveler's checks.
-We'll do it at the same time. -Fine. Should we do it right now?
Now, go! Murder my husband!
-I'm gonna need you to shift to the left.
I just can't help myself!
Oh, that was horrible!
Yeah, buddy. We will blow you if it'll get you out of that fucking booth.
-Hey, Emmy, calm down. -Yeah!
I-- I love him, and he loves me.
Hey, Maury, I'm getting a text from Martha at moveon.org.
Hey, it's not my fault I'm successful and you're a world-class fuck-up!
And now to present the Dolly Parton award.
What are you saying?
I love you, Maury.
No, that's not--
No, I need my senses sharp so I can judge others as cruelly as possible.
Come on, Rochelle, you don't want to stop.
-Yeah!
Don't worry, I'm here. I'm here, yes, with a brand-new fashion belt.
I said hurt me, not tickle me!
Wow! I don't know what to say.
-Oh, shit! Arsalan.
I've thought about it and I love you.
into the cup before she gives it to you.
Rochelle doesn't love anything but her own greedy pussy.
I love you, Connie.
-I only look at your face. -Relax. I'm just fucking with you.
Should I take it off sexy like I'm at the doctor or…
Me?
Look at how humiliated he is.
Belittle me some more, you gorgeous maniac.
How about I drink that dick instead, Dr. Responsibility?
Philip Fuck? I love that guy.
And the fact that you thought telling me that