Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I don't want you kissing me, son! - Lexy, you sound like a real homophobe.
I didn't expect to see you in the Hamptons.
- Hey! - Why can't you be more like
Let me make lemonade out of these lemons. Can I live?
Might be kind of fun to hit Freddie Miles' party.
What up, city bitch?
Uncle Albert? What's going on here? You're not dead?
Word.
- It's my uncle's funeral. - Uncle Albert?
and we gotta schlep this hunk of junk back into the city.
- Yikes. - What did she say?
Lexy, remember, don't talk. You'll give yourself away.
♪ Oh, come on, come on Come on, come on... ♪
That's my friend Lexy, you idiot.
I'm sorry, sir. How can I help?
Sports agent? But he's not an athlete.
Perhaps I could run ahead and inquire about a charger.
you'd have enough money to buy your own house.
God, Charles, you really have a one-track mind.
- Yeah. It's a pretty sick house, actually. - Uh, were you planning on inviting us?
Don't flatter yourself. I have no wish to die.
Yo, get off me, man!
Well, he was in San Francisco to meet his sports agent.
Let's go find Jeffrey. He just took off.
May I have a quick charge first, sir? That trip was quite taxing.