Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Todd's phone. Leave a message at the Todd.
" El Entrance?"
Zilberschlag-Hsung-Fonzerelli-McQuacks?
[ringtone] ♪ To-To-To-Todd! ♪
Looks like I missed quite a deal at Pottery Barn.
What you guys talking about?
-No. I was adopted. -Oh, of course.
Fashion was never meant to be an inherently elitist form.
♪ That I'm more horse than a man ♪
Here's an even bigger headline: we shan't be breaking up.
Nick, tell Janae to stock the warehouse with red hoodies.
-Hsung-Fonzerelli-McQuack. -Wait, wait, wait.
-[gasps] -Of course, before he did,
If the DNA lab confirms a match, you have your story.
Todd Chavez took over because we needed him.
Look what I do to people I'm supposed to care about.
They had a spirited but respectful debate,
[crowd gasping]
[gasps] And down goes Todd.
Isn't fashion supposed to be for everyone?
The DNA matched!
I wanted to call her, but I'm just not ready.
-Hi. -Oh, hello.
Ohh. Are you a fan of charming but inessential Will Smith movies?
[groaning, panting]
No, I get it. BoJack had one of those spy kits, too.
You inspire me to be my fiercest self.
Whatever those words are, I need a sample from her, too.
We need to return fashion to its utilitarian roots.
Sorry to bother you.
so I whipped off my glasses, looked her square in the eye and said,
-Whoa! -Stay back!
I love how not down-to-earth you are together.
I'm in the middle of, uh, channing right now,
and my booze guy, my weed guy, my coke guy,