Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know.
Oh, you know what?
The animal-testing lab is filthy.
And you, too, Tiffany.
Hmm.
Thanks for nothing, whore!
And you...
Attention, staff.
This place is empty. What gives?
iced tea which turns your nose into a tennis ball.
Yeah, yeah.
Owen isn't interested in me.
Impossible?
"go around back 'cause that's where we let the poo in."
Eh, tomayto, tomahto.
No!
You know how important this is to me.
But it only lasts a second.
My name?
There's more.
Poo chief, where did chief Smith go?!
I was wondering, were you ever a patient here?
Aw, sweet.