Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

he said he'd save a black cherry for us.
Mr. Alto sounds like a narc.
Yeah. Yeah, bud. This is it.
who says, "Everything goes my way," when their wife has died.
You are so white.
Show me the basketball.
[Gaby] And then he went right into a side table.
Yeah. This is my peepaw, and this is my "mem-wah."
and so now you have to hold your breath until the minute changes.
Okay. That's-- That's great.
Nice shot.
Fuck oat milk. -Yes.
Hey, Alice. It's okay.
At the same time, Alice is my fucking kid.
I'm just here trying to tumble my goddamn rocks.
This is just unacceptable in my practice.
So, we ever gonna talk for real?
Mm-hmm.
I don't like to-- Stop. Don't-- Don't clap at me.
Hey, do you know any lawyers? This dude is definitely coming after me.
I'm gonna leave you to it. -Okay.
[scoffs] You ghosted me for a year. I wanna know why.
Shh. -[whispers] Oh.
Hmm?
Never. I'm an estate attorney.
Woof. -Thanks, Paul.
It's like your chair's moving, but you're not moving your camera.
What my client did was stop his therapist from being killed.
How do I look? -Great, but it's just a phone call.
Show it to me. -Wow.
Aren't you getting tired of being lonely?
I'm second. -Okay.
No. Nuh-uh. -He meant you.
Anyways... [sighs] ...looks like today's not doughnut day for us, Paul,
Yeah, what is she like? -[sighs] She lives in Connecticut.
Oh, we started without you.
Jimmy, you got this.