Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

while everybody else around him is fucking freaking out,

Bro says he didn't read

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

Come on, bruh. Hurry up, for real, man.

Don't get a kidney infection. Walk to the bathroom.

I don't know. It's been a weird, weird-ass year.

I say that without a doubt.

- Rue. - Rue. Rue, I'm so lonely.

Like, haven't got out of bed to pee in 24 hours depressed.

Um, I just kind of kept leveling up.

I think I need your help.

Because all of this shit? It's connected, Fez.

- The one from the couch. - I mean, I got a couple guns.

And will only continue to be this way.

What are you, like, fucking Tony Montana? What's the plan?

Yeah. You saw it, I saw it. We all fucking saw it.

You're beautiful.

- You texted me. - I did?

- You cannot tell McKay. - But it's not like I cheated-cheated.

She's super fuckin' sensitive, she's very forgiving,

Stay clear of the tracks...

exert 172 muscles each step for 35 feet,

- I'm scared of you, Nate. - I'm sorry. For everything.

Okay. This is so fuckin' weird.

I think I need to go back on medication.

like, final season of mad men work, you know you're depressed.

Whether they were smart or stupid or sweet or cruel, it didn't matter.

All of the toxins that your kidneys have pushed into your bladder

and made her promise that she wouldn't tell a soul.

Until one night, a week after her 15th birthday,

- You haven't asked her? - No.

- Yeah. - How am I a mess?

- Are you serious? - I mean, I'm not not serious.

But I wasn't the only one feeling down.

- That's cool. - What you worried about my guns for?

- You drive a hard bargain. - Yeah, well, a girl's gotta eat.

He's looking for the big fuckin' picture.

Trust me, I'm thinking the same fuckin' thing.

Yeah, that's like, the definition of catfishing.