Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[both grunting]
[birds chirping]
Shh. It's okay. Just sign here and orchestrate your own great escape.
If you'd like to visit your mother--
Too bad. I'd love to get together.
who engages primarily in goofy whimsical mess-arounds.
-What? Where am I? -You're in Chicago!
I can't be an assistant anymore!
It appears we are at an impasse.
Oh. I'm sorry. Of course I would give Mom my kidney.
The world, huh?
tonight's the Whitewhale employee holiday party.
I'm happy, Jorge. What more do you want from me?
Diane? Why is there a walkie-talkie in our kitchen?
I find that hard to believe.
You weren't tough. You were mean.
-[both scream] -[BoJack groans]
-Did anyone see me? -You were in here all night.
I'm a Chavez, right?
Just gotta drink enough to be steady.
-Um... -Plus, your own assistant.
I forgive you.
-What the shell was that? -Let the negotiations begin.
I'm optimistic about the coming talks and confident we can avoid a strike.
-Or you could just leave. -No, now I want the pretzel.
I need you to try on these apology bikinis and report back where they pinch.
[sighs] Yeah.
the rehab clinic founded by Danny Bonaduce.
I wanted so much for you, Todd.
I don't know any of my passwords! What's my mother's maiden name?
[sighs]
No. It's my fault for expecting anything different.
-What about Pastiches? -I told them I was checking you in here.