Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You love his movies.

I'll gut your Gucci and blast your Beemer.

- Go with what feels right. - Yes.

We met in third grade. Now he works for me.

not my bag. As my ex-wife will tell you.

- Hey. Sam! - [clears throat]

It's just what I and the entire world see with our eyes.

[robot] Hola. ¿Cómoestá? Mi casa es sucasa.

and nuclear power.

Don't say anything.

Guys, I've had ten strippers and a baby pool in this puppy.

And she's a rip-off of Madonna, who is so huge right now.

Sam, your ideas are so complicated.

- Okay? He's too valuable to me. - I don't want your fucking butler.

- What? - It kissed me, I didn't kiss it.

Okay, we get it.

She's our masterpiece.

- Oh, sorry, where is that? - Oh, it's right here where I'm ad-libbing.

- I'm Ethel. - I'm Edna.

Hey, hey, Florian! We're throwing a party!

We'll do it your way.

I trained these girls all fucking week.

You know what? Let's take the rest of the day off.

It's not working.

For the privilege of breeding with civilization's last male specimen,

- the slaver-pimp, wear fur? - Is that what the fur's telling you?

Mother, not so much.

It's that one, right?

[Justine] There wasn't room in the limo, and I don't have a car.

- [Florian] What's her address? - Hey.

[Melrose] Come on, get in.

It's a great title.

As in, almost the exact same thing, but with a bow in her hair.

He is so stupid.

[Bash] Ladies and gentlemen!

- Her eyes! - Aw!

I just don't get it. I mean... why'd you hire me if you don't like my work?