Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have got to be kidding me!
Clearly, I have to do everything around here.
and that's not a euphemism for anything.
‐ Not even close, bud.
I probably deserve that.
The answer rhymes with "my throbbing sexuality."
‐ Space ears?
‐ I remembered newbetterCheryl
‐ Yeah, they rhyme with go fu‐‐
‐ Dear God.
you've been doing since the coma, Lana.
‐ Oh, for the love of...
for a few rounds?
‐ Hello?
Without pata negra ham,
I'm kind of like a... Uh...I'm like a...
‐ "Trashed" is a strong word, Cyril.
Unlike the sex, which we both know
Mm, sorry. Where were we?
‐ From where, a truck stop bacchanalia?
[gas hissing]
Whoo!
Yah! [crowd gasps]
‐ Though it's apparently how being obsessed with me works.
Oh, you mean a booster buddy!
NewbetterCheryl doesn't do that.
‐ It's just, Cyril's a bit more...
‐ It's called tradecraft, Lana.
‐ It's called carb‐loading, Mother.
‐ Oh, for chrissakes,
Come on, tag me in.
Conway: Any last words, Big Mama?
‐ Jesus Christ.
I used to pay to pump my stomach.
is in my goddamn parking space?
"work‐related erection"?