Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right.
-about how much you loved it. -(doorbell rings)
Uh, Clive Owen. He's a mess.
Larry: Yeah.
I know.
-(phone buzzing) -Oh, I'm buzzing.
He thinks he's like Johnny Cash.
But she took that stole from me.
I've been so consumed,
-Yeah? So? -And so what I can't quite figure out is...
Larry: Hey!
Mm. Oh, sweetie, actually, no. I have to go to work.
It's hard playing infield with polio, you know?
He's basically sticking his penis in a balloon.
Come on. Don't kid me.
-I want-- Aah! -Officer: Hey, hey.
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-No, but I did like it. I-- That's, that's-- -Really?
Hey, let me ask you something.
voilà, the pee cube.
-You've never had one? -You think I'm gonna fuck that doll?
-So she wept openly and-- -Oh.
No, no, it isn't fake, actually, Clive.
-You have one of these? -Couple of 'em.
-Yeah, a few times-- -What?
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No. No, it was real. I mean, it was 10% more,
-You know, the heat lamp's for both tables. -Well, we have seven.
Clive (on voicemail): Hey, it's Clive here.
Uncle Moke, just look around. You'll find it.
my, my voicemail, my message
"A house divided against itself cannot stand."
doot-doot-doot. Woot. Slide down.
my dad and mom took me to see La Cage aux Folles.
-I'm not kidding you, Moke. -You sure?
-Keep the stole. -Oh, that's so-- That's really nice.
-Larry! How are you? -How do you do?
-Jeff: No, Clive. -Clive, Clive!
She's like "F" this, "F" that. She's so vulgar.
He met a girl, a real girl, no doll.
-I'll... I'll take it. -Susie: You'll be very happy.
-Isn't it? -Yes, okay, it is fake!
I wouldn't put it past you, let's just say that.
-So, bathroom's gonna be over there. -Yeah. Yep.