Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know, Brian.

Should we go clubbing? It's 2:00 p.m. [chuckles]

[chuckles] So I found this cool restaurant

I can't just all of a sudden pretend that everything's okay between us.

Which I do, miraculously, by the way.

I'm going to the club.

She is a real mama bear type. -Right?

He's tall and he calls me too much. -[chuckles]

And you wouldn't let me be fucking miserable, Brian.

Why don't you just make my fucking coffee?

Love threatening bullies.

I mean, I feel like it was pretty obvious. I was there, and I had dinner.

I'm happy to help. She's such a great kid.

Yeah. [smacks lips] Right on it.

[phone chimes] -Sorry.

No, I'm not. I'm a silver fox.

She basically told me to go fuck myself.

But I did wanna tell you you're doing really great, okay?

Her mom and I took her to the East Coast last year,

Thank you for cradling my head, by the way.

I swear it's gonna be fun, and we're gonna dance, we're gonna move,

and I'm sure that Alice is really excited about Taco fucking Tuesday, okay?

Um, I was just telling Liz that Alice dropped off the debate team.

'Cause I'll tell you something. I'm fucking lonely, Dan.

[Alice] Who are those people?

Keep walking, keep walking, keep walking, keep walking, keep walking.

["Do You Wanna Talk" playing]

right in my corner.

Sean is fine, but my patient's husband got fucked up.

I should point out I am also, uh, white.

I'm not trying to make you feel bad, but it's not fun to be around somebody

No, I asked her if she wanted to go to a big state school or a small--

and judge some stupid teenagers.

I'm a goddamn ray of light. -Yeah.

Hey, um, if you wanna have dinner tonight...

He wants to do dinners now.

Pickle, bitch. Boom!

Good sarcasm, Paul.

I'm busy. It's Taco Tuesday.

I should've got ones with grip.