Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't stop thinking about you.

I only assumed you'd be good at it.

Well, my six-year-old nephew plays with Legos.

My place. Two hours.

That's not true. It's just temporarily dislocated.

I would take away one of his toys.

I'm sorry, Ted. I just can't do that.

I was, uh, walking to class,

Here she comes. Here she comes.

I want to get out there and change the world.

Hey, everybody, look!

No. You'll give it back or you're fired.

You fought the cougar and lived.

I mean, to steal from my office and then write that slanderous note...

Approximately 50 times a day, some guy asks me for a lei...

"Dear Mr. Druthers, I, your baseball, am leaving.

And did I mention she had 12 sides?

You wouldn't be into her. She's, like, in her late 40s.

No, they're not. It's just a tantrum, Ted.

When Druthers goes to get his bagel,

- Wow, it is just... - Spectacular?

it's okay to assume they made lunch for everyone.

Yeah, this one's a beaut.

So, I quit my job.

Maybe he'll even be open to hearing your ideas.

That's not justice. It's shoplifting, and it's a crime.