Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't lock me in. Please let me out!

if it got her enough Twitter hits.

and that, uh, he's just a baby.

I'm sure your trust fund helps.

Pretty straightforward narcissism.

I'd be wearing sweat pants, scratching my nuts,

Speak of the Ivy League devil.

Believe me, I will.

I grew up on a dirt road

should move back into the mansion.

Sometimes I just can't stop.

I had a fiancé. He died.

then there really is only one thing that I can do,

[ Knock on door ]

Have you considered working in politics?

- Uh-huh. - I would have never left her.

Well, the show's not actually about the suitor.

I think you mean Coleman's show.

So, she wasn't in foster care?

You and your Southern heritage are bullshit.

Yeah, it's weird.

She's a good girl.

There you go. You look thirsty.

We go in for the kill.

You're such a jerk.

Kind of a risky move. I mean, she could just walk away.

So if what I'm wearing offends you,

I've never seen anything like it.

and boning 22-year-olds.

All of you guys are crazy!

Wait, I'm sorry. You're gonna be taking one of my girls?

Yeah, I get that.

After you blackmailed your way into a Healing Nook?

A man who knows his game inside the pocket.

Fire in the hole!

I want more shit drowning the lens, more shit flying around!

Okay, how about Brandi,

Coleman: And Brandi's mother?

Oh, yeah! I am so hard right now!

Give me rumors of a straight female athlete.

We do background checks. Good ones.

And the girls are gonna be like... Hello, ladies.

I just didn't want your inexperience to show without you knowing.

Her only mother.

You know, you got to tell him everything...

Excuse me one second. I'm sorry.