Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've got this beautiful family, a gorgeous home,
-Oh, thank God. -There is no God.
-♪ What? ♪ -No! Get away! Stop it!
We'll probably just go home and grade papers.
I'm sure Andrew and his parents have had very similar conversations.
[grunts]
I don't know, go to Panera, split a bread bowl?
-Andrew... -Yeah?
-No shit? -[cackling]
Go away. You are not real.
-and it was big and hairy. -Yeah, so?
-[sighs] -What happened to you?
Sorry, bro, she wants a real man.
Oh, shit, my phone.
That weasel bailed on you. He's such a slippery little shit.
[slurping]
-What? -He's gonna get fingered.
Yeah. Tongues feel weird.
You nervous about your big date?
Her eyes are darting back and forth,
Andrew hasn't been over since the night of the penis,
Love you, Nicholas. Love you. And you, too, Andrew.
You're just some hormone monster my brain created.
[Hormone Monster, Coach] ♪ The way you look tonight ♪
Okay, anyway, I think I have something in my mouth.
my brothers aren't gonna make you poop in a litter box again.
lives in a joke of an apartment near the airport.
-[bangs] -[whimpers] Ooh!
and then barf him out because they're bulimic.
Do that curbing thing where you stick his teeth on the edge of a curb
-Nah. -Are you streaming that?
[thumps] Ooh! Ow! Sorry.
I get it, Jessi, I'm an idiot.
Bruh, I can't believe the dance is the same night as the Knicks game.
Either way they gotta start playing defense.
"[I Don't Wanna Grow Up" playing]
I regret one fight I had with my saxophonist, Studs Dupree.
Poor kid. You know, when I was Nicky's age
can make you feel a thousand feet tall.
Huh.
-Guys, please, stop! -Gimme a break.
-Sure, no problem. -Ahem.
Dude, I'm allowed to go to the dance with whoever I want.
[Jessi gurgles] Uh! Tongue.