Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God. This guy says that he drives a 19-wheeler.

I wanna write him up. Frisbee, I wanna write him up.

Well, I'm already on television

"Hey, guys, I need you to do this really hard thing for me."

It's definitely not a trick. He's done it many times.

unless you stop with the bullshit, Clarky.

And that's not the takeaway there, Tom. Clark, is God nice?

-No! -Yeah. I've heard a lot about you.

-Shut up, Tom! -That came out bad.

No, no, get real. "Whoa" means "stop" when you're on a horse.

because, you know, I don't wanna, you know, overstep my boundaries of my--

Stay here. We'll explain later.

-Guys! -…to be mean to me!

So I put a bit more volume in my hair. I'm sorry that it didn't work out.

Let's suit up, Counsel.

it's gonna get ugly.

Yeah. Trying to.

-Do not go on. -Please don't write that down.

my precious son's new and-- and hopefully very serious relationship.

-Oh, my eggs must be done. -No, it's my phone. I think.

-Whoa? -Uh-- Uh, did I just say whoa?

It was a devastating result that I will rectify as soon as I can.

-You're not fighting fair. -No. And what do you mean, your boss?

-You've never, ever said Mo. -Yeah.

-It's just a lot to take in. -Mm.

Which is something she could have told you herself. Sorry.