Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

pilots, and the men who keep 'em up in the air.
Chubby foot. Very hardcore.
yeah, whole entire life.
Kathleen (on speakers): Bill! Bill!
And you ate someone's bacon.
-No. -For Ava.
It's not like he's in jail or anything.
but I tell you this-- the doomsday clock is ticking.
Oh, I'll give you guys some privacy.
The waves.
I had nothing to do with your mom--
I guess I'm lucky.
Kathleen (on radio): You spend years planning your wife's murder
just another ghost...
Fucking hack!
of bullshit I've heard in my whole,
No. Okay, look, that's it.
supposed to go through that flappy door?
-Thank God. -Rebecca: It suits me. It calms my spirit...
people would ask questions.
(whispering): Listen, is that Phil?
Why don't you grab me some extra
Michael: Ava! (groaning)
in a fucking frozé dispenser.
Thank you. I can't tell you how many times I've heard that.
Um... I'll make it as safe as I can.
-Oh yes. -Hmm?
Phil: Mats work!
You know, my money, my career,
and then his wife died.
Oh, please, God, no, don't break another wig.
Fear and anticipation in her eyes.
You know, this is not a TikTok, baby.
A key lime pie.
Maybe forever.
Give me that.
Kathleen: Do you think I did?
It's risky.
But with Kathleen?
Make us spill our morning coffee.
-Crew Member: Yes, ma'am. -Now, on the third flyover,
Uh, yeah, well, looks like we got us
felt like spring.
were advising.
You are here to talk about your chubby foot
you can kiss your career goodbye.
to take the edge off, right?
They say that there are two types of men in Pensacola:
Woman: No, I'm, uh. I'm good.
Hold on, if we can hear this,
(gulps audibly)
you were doing insurance commercials
doing "Ghosts of Pensacola" here.
Asshole!
and then reemerge confessing our love.
The timing on my trapdoor exit
So, um... here's my price.
Alright. You want some mutually-assured destruction?
It, it isn't safe.
(gasps)
-Of course, you are. -Well, no, I am.
I mean, the bolt must have been in place