Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nothing.
She's a big Jackal Onassis fan.
Shooting the shit with my co-worker. It's what I do.
Yeah, it's the bartender.
The autograph, if she still wants it.
Coming right up.
a Jew faggot. (chuckles)
Why did you fire Tim? Tim is awesome.
How are you doing?
then I figure things are probably kind of weird for you.
- what is it? - "The Mentalist."
then I can totally get Alan to send somebody else.
It's really not a big deal.
Yeah, no, I get it. I was team leader.
It's very bad. It's described in his contract.
- We'll do a sign. ...the case.
Wow, when did Knute Rockne show up?
They're brainless morons.
So what, we don't see each other for nine months
I mean, it's a crazy night and I'll get in trouble.
- Oh my God, is that Roman? - I told you... crazy night.
That's Mandy. That's my lady-friend.
Escapade... that's your car?
Workplace romance... bad idea.
Isn't it something
- Dude, isn't that kind of awkward? - It's not. I knew she was coming.
Sorry.
You totally did the sign. It's this.
Seizing that desperate moment amidst the drudgery.
That doesn't say "Jackal Onassis."
- A sign? - We'll do a sign.
It's actually someone we know.
Yeah, I'm thinking of getting rid of them. They're old.
She's got triceps that make her hat fly off.
Very ex, yes. Very ex.
No. It was a long time ago.
- It's a whole thing. - Of course, sir. I'll take care of it.
Ahem, Casey, may I speak with you in the next room for a moment?
- It's 'cause I was born short. - What? No no.
Satan is a fallen angel. He can't poo.
or if you told anybody, so don't tell anybody.
Oh yuck! Kill him, Ron.