Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no. Just the two times. -Three times.

Okay, don't clap at me.

What does-- Did the meeting start yet?

You need money, Son?

Like, "Whoa." -Ah.

The fucking barista.

Oh, my gosh. By the way,

Or you could just answer his question.

Did you get those for us? You wanna have dinner with me?

I mean, the truth was so bad.

Do you have any side or little tables, Paul?

[door buzzes] -[door opens]

that due to your client's violent attack,

She wants me to go to this thing called Drinks Under the Bridge.

You've been very supportive lately,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I will fucking kill you.

[chuckles, kisses]

Oh, my God. [chuckles] -[chuckles]

[sighs] I can't. -Come on, man. It'll be like the old days.

Her English teacher, Mr. Alto, tells me she isn't very social anymore.

[door opens] -Oh.

No, uh, I already told you I have plans. They're for me and Liz.

My head hurts and I can't focus,

You've been amazing,

Well, they are immature. They're teenagers.

That's weird. My chair is staying totally still.

That's so sad, man. That is so... sad.

Congratulations. -I just meant she's distracted

[groans] Guys, I can't.

Oh, my God. -Just answer it.

[Malik] Mm-hmm.

Drinking too much, staying up late.