Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

To start these negotiations on the right foot,

[glasses clanking]

My parents gave me an internalized self-hatred of horses.

-Are we sure about this? -Okay, Doctor Champ, clearly, you--

-Whoa! [exhales] -[grumbles]

That line hadn't touched water in its life."

because I'm technically still on the payroll.

We've drawn up a new collective agreement.

Nobody's noticed! They keep sending me checks.

Any day now, you're gonna get promoted to agent and sign a brand-new contract,

But then how do you explain the one horse I do care about,

-Wow, that was amazing! -No. That was logical and straightforward.

it's imprudent to send the message you don't respect our time.

Todd, get in the trash can.

Why? Those are assistants.

I wanted to set up a meeting, but my assistant went on strike,

-Hey! -Why do you always fight me?

Get out of there now! Do you read me?

I'd have to think about it. I've never rea--

-Because the world is mean! -Not my world!

You did. I was being poetic and you ruined it.

-Oh? -[inhales, exhales]

When I was an assistant,

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey! Stop the car. Let me out here.

Oh, my God, is this what therapy is?

-[Ruthie coos] -[groans]

Instead of "billable hours," I wrote, "Billy Bob showers!"

You read serious books and listen to Sirius XM.

Do you want to help Mom,

and finally hold myself accountable for my actions, past and future.

I'm sorry, what?

Well, this was a pointless excursion. I'm heading back to the hospital.

Mike, give it a rest.