Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I chose a parabolic path deliberately out of earshot.
She always wore dishwashing gloves when she gave me my bath.
- All right. - Catherine, honey...?
It's such a scumbag move.
Yeah, serving the country.
Yeah.
Well, that's on you, isn't it?
Sure.
The President is tweeting.
- Not that color. - No, I didn't.
Yeah, I'm on it, though I think the DJ already spent the deposit.
Stop protesting, you idiots!
Right over here? Yeah.
This country's just lost its sense of decency.
- I can't take this music, okay? - Yeah, please.
So I understand you have a message for me.
Andrew, you know that we're at a funeral, right?
So make some fuckin' noise, dummies.
- There's not really a plug. - Oh.
Wow, your ex, not afraid to mix business with mourning.
because for me with my schedule and life.
since the Spanish-American War.
- Dr. Mir... - Mirpuri.
She's like that guy... that guy...
who can stall 'til we find the ballots.
Please turn it off, okay?
You pulled the plug without me?
Ms. Brookheimer, how goes the count?
Which is why I don't do dishes.
I'm afraid it's quite dire.
Well, Mother...
Mm-hmm.
A pleasure to meet you, Madam President.
Mom, you should say hi to her.
The bulk?
Oh, my God.
because they are always a part of you.
The deadline will be extended.
Oh! Oh, Jesus.
We officially lost Nevada,
Count every vote. Count every vote.
When you feel up to it, you and Catherine and I should sit down
Shit.
- 17 seconds. I timed it. - Really?
- Hi, Gary. - Hi.
I'm not even aware I'm doing it anymore.