Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you're not in love, you just have a crush.
What the hell are you doing, Roger?
about it, and all the awkwardness will go away.
(laughs)
Hey, you.
Really? Shut up.
Excuse you?
He's getting too close!
Not bad last night.
It smells like you did.
I mean, I'm no Christina Aguilera,
I co-wrote City Slickers with Babaloo Mandel
I splooged
Do I hear 20?
You're doing great! Do I hear 40?!
I got everything held together up there with a chip clip.
(whispering): You're Yoko.
(laughing uncontrollably)
Here is my next car Francine,
Ooh, I'm gonna go get my tools!
That's all we got, right?
No food in my belly.
I’m gonna eat you one day.
This thing can stop on a dime. Think fast!
Got a bunch of string that's not doing anything.
Everybody shoots everybody.
She knows that.
Don't do characters.
breathing through your mannish mouth,
(whip cracks) The SUV's not for you, Lion!
The same way that hot dogs for dinner
(laughing)
(gagging)
Urgent medical jargon, stat!
Shall we start the bidding at 15,000?
Here, here, try it on me, pretend I'm Hayley.
In the mean time, you just need a distraction.
(applause) What the hell, Klaus?
(chuckling): So stupid.
How did you find us?
Oh, and don't worry about the camera.
My bar is dead. It doesn't make sense.
Of course you are.
Ro-Roger, whatever you're thinking there,
Roger, what are you... no!
You're obsessed with me.
Like-like a hobby.