Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey. All right, now.

That man, he knows me.

My wife and I once rented one of those tandem bikes on vacation a while back.

-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

Only 'cause you RSVP'd no.

Not with trousers that tight around the crotch, you don't.

I need to go on a little adventure, and I need a copilot.

Rupert was always very good at the public speaking part.

Yeah. Twenty-five thousand.

Yeah, they met at his Friday night chess club.

No, we said there's no daiquiris and no rays.

Course, if memory serves,

Apparently, they liked each other's moves.

Or, at least, have lots to talk about on the way home.

-Are you? -Yeah, I'm like a progeny.

WE HAVE PEELED YET ANOTHER JUICY LAYER OF THE TYLER ONION.

Hey, Ted. Uh, do you think Rebecca knows what the real Adele looks like?

[jazz music playing]

Well, my initial plan was to hug you, but I just chickened out just now.

[Rupert laughs]

Okay, I'll see you inside.

-[guests laugh] -Ooh. May I? Thank you.

Uh, all the way from outside... please welcome Cam something.

Well, I mean, everyone makes mistakes, but...

-Uh, any advances on that? -Two thousand pounds!

Used to be your club.

No, no, no. That's absolutely fine. It's not a problem. Let me just think.

-That's his new gal, Jane. -[Nathan] Oh.

I think the little, like, orange clitoris thing is really freaky.

Oh, right. Right, right, right.

And may I say, you are wearing the heck out of it.

-Come on, follow me. -[gags]

No, they didn't die until the rumble afterwards.