Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cut the damn thing open and--
It's alcohol.It's gonna hurt.
- Shut up, okay.
And, oh, my God, TV's Michael Gray?
- You mean finders keepers.
- Hey, what the--
- [roars] - [grunts]
Maybe it's ambergris.
and...eating perfectly good magazines.
Look, I can bench, like, 500 kilos,
Cheryl: Everybody was against Ranch Tub!
- You're really packing it away there.
- And...no syphilis?
- About as muchas what normally
I mean, it's obviously supernatural.
Now, I don't knowwhat's wrong,
- Well, obviously we need to do some market research,
- Yeah, ya think?
- Wait, what? Malory: Findies keepies!
- So--so talk about space whores, huh?
with a bunch of no-dick jokes.
[keypad beeping]
- What about it?
- How could it be ambergris?
- We know what's wrong with you.
So, what, Lana, I conjured up
looking for a ghost.
- Come on, come on, come on, come on,
[grunts] all: Whoa!
Uh, nothing. Uh, ne--never mind.
[all gasp] Krieger: Whoa, hey!
- Mm-hmm.
but it's-- - It's gone.