Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's right. What can I say? I love cocktail facts,
-Honey, it's fine if you are. -It's better.
-You want to flick your tongue around. -Ideally.
No. Um...
-This is a real girl. -She's not a girl, she's Missy.
♪ Cheek to cheek ♪
-Well, I'm glad you feel better. -I do, a little.
Uh, Jessi and I would appreciate that you respect our privacy at this time.
Oh, my God, what the hell?
-Oh, no, no, no. Not now. -Fuck, yeah, now!
and birthed three beautiful children--
-Um, sure, Missy. -Oh, great.
the boys need to figure out for themselves.
So you're saying--
Hey, jizz pants, there's your stupid phone.
No, no, no, you gotta be kidding me.
What the hell? You asked Olivia to the dance?
Hey, hey, Nick! [laughing]
I get it. Mesopotamian silver mines
[Hormone Monster] Yeah.
-There's gotta be tongue. -Major tongue.
[snaps] Oh, come on!
Yeah, you want to get in there like a Claritin to just dissolve.
-Hey, guys. -Tell him.
And then, you kinda jhoosh it down.
-Wait, what the-- -[splashes]
Dad, I'm not worried I'm gay.
You're doing great. I think we're both doing great.
♪ I never will forget-- ♪
-Susan, show me your top naked. -Yeah.
[gurgles]
-He said, "Fuck you" to me yesterday. -Ah!
And by the way, you could do a lot worse than Andrew Glouberman.
-Sorry for what? -I don't know.
Knock knock. Who's there? It's the Hormone Monster.