Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wow, I look like an after photo.
Guys, don't freak out. We haven't made a decision yet.
It's trying to escape!
We're all talking about it.
I like the cut of your jib, fella.
Guys, you will be happy to hear--
Look, skip the part where we pretend this is a hard decision and just fire Myc.
and if he dies, the shares revert to his ex-wife Tamiko.
He talked me onto a ledge at a parkour convention.
Oh God!
Keeping you alive to study you, not start World War III.
I'm gonna use this to finally get some shit done around here.
[hoarsely] Oh, I will.
Plus, if you ever try to fire us, we now have blackmail leverage.
[chuckles] God, that guy used to be a master manipulator.
[scoffs] I had to reheat the Cold War.
Oh God. You ready to carpe that motherfucking diem, girl?
-Holy shit. -They got the money to spare.
[Myc milker] Quick, get him a cigarette!
But I brought the livers.
[vomiting]
Stop taking three-hour lunches and coming back drunk?
Hey, by the way, I left you a special de-liver-y.
-Alert. -Wait, no! Help!
Actually, as long as you're in this cell,
because she is a good leader.
Nah, I wouldn't worry about this.
[JFK clones growling]
-[coworkers shouting] -[Glenn] Hey, over here!
-[laughing nervously] -We love you, boss.
I need my pension, you guys.
Me three. Let's get this party started.
-I do declare… -[screams]
Andre, now! Hurry!
-[grunts] -Reagan!
and the Shadow Board is not happy.
Yeah. What's the point of unchecked power if we don't abuse it.
[scoffs] They think they're getting fired, so they're buttering us up.
[clones overlapping] Er, uh… I do declare…
Today, we're talking J.R. Scheimpough,
Wake up, sheeple!
I had to implant a subdermal shock collar in the president.