Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...there's no chance she'll have kids. You should kill her.

I'm... I'm glad it was me.

- Well, how will I know it's the right one? - Oh, you'll know.

Steve, what on Earth are you doing? - I'm drinking beer in my underwear.

That's it. That's the one. The guy who came to my house.

It was this Russian spy. You guys don't know him. He was from Canada.

So I'm not a killer. If it happens for me, and I kill someone, great. If not, fine.

At the very least, we should have popped by now.

No. Look, I'm a sex offender. I love offensive sex.

Good. Now, if you start to get nervous, picture them naked.

I was picking blueberries for peace with my daughter. Who was I kidding?

I don't know about this, guys.

Chris! Get in the bathroom and wipe the pee off the toilet!

My God, Bad Larry.

- Stan! - What?

Freeze. Put your hands in the air.

Another one bites the dust

Oh, yeah? Well:

...and then afterwards, your hands smell like wet dog?