Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wh--? Oh, screw you guys.
Thank you, uh...?
Blow me, boom, nailed it.
A gun? Are you insane? Don't you know how much pressure we're under?
...those bastards are destroying our oceans.
No, I don't think it's a trap.
No.
So you all know what you have to do...
It was insured for three times its value, so now I'm richer than ever.
Um, okay. You sound pretty excited.
Yeah, paid three years in advance.
Bigger. You know...
--Tionally ranked pro kitesurfer.
The man who cheated death?
Oh, my God. Come on.
So why did you take a job here? To save the ocean.
- Hey! - Forgive my candor.
Nor do I, Mr. Tunt. Nor do I.
Uh, I wish you wouldn't launch nerve gas missiles on New York, Washington--
Well, if it did, we can't do anything about it.
Wait, wait. I think he means water pressure.
Great. Is he--? Are you--?
And I wish you fools would stop destroying the oceans.
Carl Channing is.
Oh. I assume because I'm penniless?
...Cyril, miraculously, is good at something...
Holy shitsnacks.
You just look as gay.
Don't even get me started on whaling. Oh, and plastic bottles?
Because your shitty sarcasm notwithstanding,
- Sea/ab to DSv, over. - This is--
I was gonna say bitchy and period-y.