Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-And now I'm flipping it. -No.

All the cops had to do is check my thermos,

The primal connection we had

I will shove that peanut butter

-(jets whooshing) -(audience applauds)

I'll have a club sandwich with a side order of a gun.

Well, yeah. I mean, kind of.

Yeah, you're right.

Fucking boomers.

I love your work.

I'm like De Niro at the end of "Heat," man.

(audience applauds)

-(muffled dialogue) -(thunder continues)

But the show is about to start!

...off! Off the stage.

You survived a face full

-Break a leg, Michael. -Oh!

And, and I need the money.

(spookily): Goodbye!

Charlie: Get off the stage.

since he didn't miss a single line in rehearsal.

Michael (over speakers): ...you washed-up has-been.

Okay, what are we going to do?

And I'll tell you the truth, I didn't believe a single word.

Yeah, we're ready! Everything's good!

by the end of the play tonight,

So now, the price of my love

If he secured the flappy door,

They want to meet the clouds.

The fuck is going on here?

You need to stop now.

I just want you to know that "Spooky and the Cop"

-What the hell...! -Hey, Kathleen.

There is no way

It wasn't your fault.

Well, you're a better man than me, Phil.

-Which actor eats the Chex Mix? -Rebecca.

I know I checked that bolt and those pads.

I get it. I'll see myself out.

Kathleen: Not as shriveled as your tiny little dick!

I want everything on this stage to shake.

Christian Slater, "True Romance."

Who are you? Did you just come down from the lights?

That's Kathleen Townsend and Michael Graves

You are such a failure.

I killed that fucking monologue, okay?