Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Variable A is this piece of lint.
Thank God For Anna.
We move like cats in the night.
Ellis. Sometimes he's a little difficult.
[upbeat rhythmic music playing]
Maybe you should get to it before you forget why you're here.
That doesn't feel like a real problem. As opposed to, say, this.
[chickens clucking]
-I don't know what you're talking about. -We know it's yours.
It's our fault for having such unmemorable names.
Grooming a potential mate is a way of expressing interest.
And Leslie. Ah, of course. Hello.
She's not imaginary and your best ally on the board,
than the world seeing you hiding under some half-assed invisibility cloak
-A loser. -I didn't call him a loser.
I'll do it. And I'll get to spend time with Jackson.
[Ruby] There it goes!
♪ We owe it all to Anna Every paycheck and banana ♪
If you release so much as one photo of us in a buckled shoe,
he wears literally everywhere.
Is that okay to ask or is it against the rules?
Maybe we go for a walk?
Very good.
Are you getting coffee?
I have a new idea on how to approach the carbon phasing.
Let's get to it.
All right. Very good.
Dicks.
-What are you doing here? -Yeah. What are you doing here?
Tell me.
You are looking at a particle of concrete made entirely from greenhouse gases.
Some cells need to be shamed or they’ll never divide.
No, uh, it's not butt stuff in the classic sense.