Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am literally wet with jealousy
- She owes me $3700. - For what?
Talk to me.
Oh, my God, I'm such a chicken.
The IRS?
Hey, I'm not the one who smashed my eyes into eggplants.
Small price to pay for beauty. Ahem.
BRETT: I'm so cold. - Brett, get off the phone.
Wha...? Yes.
No, no, no, don't give him a...
I've never seen an ocelot.
[OCELOT GROWLS]
- And even if she were... PAM: I am.
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
- Aha! - Aah!
You don't think cyborgs have that technology? I'm hanging up.
- In the stock market? - Sure.
KIDNAPPER BOSS [OVER COMPUTER]: About five seconds away...
The IRS? Gee! How many Irish gangs are there?
...or a tire swing or something in there.
[GRUNTS]
Wha...? Where the hell is she?
- Is that better? - Barely.
That's the only way we're gonna get to Cheryl Tunt.
Goddamn it, I'm not Che...
I mean, I know it's hard to put a dollar value on a human life...
We're still here in the garage.
Guess how many pygmies died cutting it down.. Hint. Six.
And to whom might I be speaking?
- Wha... - Tum again?
MRW TEACHERS TRY TO GET ME TO TURN IN MAKEUP WORK
- Well, we obviously don't want you to... - Violate the first law of robotics.
- That's just a voice modulator. - Uh, hello?
I need that $3700 back.
Goddamn it, let's just everybody go!
...is negotiating with a goddamn cyborg. - Hello?
- Prove it. - What's to prove? It's free labor.
No, I've been up here the whole time having some phone sex.
...if you don't pay the ransom.
...but for shit's sake, 5 grand?
- Oh, don't be dicks. MALORY: What?
What? No, I'm not an idiot, Mother.