Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're disappointed about the promotion. I get it.
that's in your hand.
(GRUNTS)
- Okie-dokie. - (GIGGLES)
Sir, you cannot be in here. This is a private airfield.
Bob became obsessed with a ghost,
two,
but then, by the end,
Jet.
she's going to forgive you. It'll all work itself out.
(SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE)
Do you wanna move tables? I know this kind of sucks.
So, I'm thinking we should just meet at home and go together. Thank you.
And once we get those diplomas,
Look at that stupid look on those two faces.
'Cause you're freaking out about the reunion?
He's just a little weird kid that I knew in high school.
he'd probably think I was a total loser.
All right, bye.
Jet, I'm so sorry! Oh, man.
in all his personnel forms?
- ... and voice chatter in the vicinity. - CALVIN: Hello! Excuse me!
- I'm swaddling you. - I know what you're doing.
Did he get hit by a bus or ripped apart by dogs
Oh, my God!
and shoot somebody?
Stare into my soul and I'll stare into yours.
BOTH: Here we are shooting Central Intelligence.
Fuck Mark zuckerburg
by bringing what I can only assume
was such a soundless, crashing disappointment!
(SIGHS) We're gonna need a plane.
a figment of his imagination,
Just like Caracas.
It's for real. This is for real, guys, yeah.
the buyer and the seller, they don't know each other.
No! Stop it, you gonna get me killed!
All right, babe, I'll see you later.
Okay, I'm not sure if that's racist or not,
Which means that you are my bulletproof vest!
Okay, fine. I won't go home.
Bob Stone?
Oh... (STAMMERS)
Holy shit! Robbie Wheirdicht?
Yeah, Bob told me that The Black Badger killed him.
Man, I thought high school was gonna be like Sixteen Candles
(SCATTERED CLAPPING)
I'd be the one to die. You know why?
What you want to know?
Relax, Mr. Joyner. I believe you.
- Agent Stone? - Bob, your friend Bob.
(EXCLAIMS)
In here and it's kind of all...
I think you'll like it.
(BOB LAUGHS)
that I ended up peeing in my pants at the finish line.
Okay, sir, we don't need to demean each other here.
- It is? - What?
(CHUCKLES)
Fuck you!
- What? No! - Let's roll.
Look, he's not The Black Badger...
- Hey, stay down! - Don't move!
I'm fucking out! I'm out!
- Hang tight, Jet! - No, I'm not doing anything!
It's called soul gazing.
More like P1,000,000X, huh?
Six minutes. That's kinda tight.
So let me exclude myself.
(ALL LAUGH)
Now, before you go, stay seated one second.
Glad to see you haven't changed a bit.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Oh.
Robbie Wheirdicht and Calvin The Golden Jet Joyner in my office.
I'm in.
(GRUNTS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
- Okay... - Go sit down.
Drive, drive!
openly and honestly.
Honey, that's not fair.
Aw, whoopsie.
everything worked out.
Show us your tits! Show us your tits!
Hey! I got an idea. Let's roll. Here's my bike.
(CHOKING)
Where do you get these jobs? On Craigslist?
Let's switch gears for a second, okay?
I'd be super bummed out! I don't want that.
You get your hands off! Get them off the keyboard!
Hello, Bob.
That's the thing. For me, I-
Time out.
(CHUCKLING)
Don't tell my wife shit. Got it.
She told me that you stole the codes.
Hey, baby. I know. I'm sorry I'm late.
The reunion, dude. What-what! (CHUCKLES) This shit's on!
No one in here is.
Um, yeah.
What's the rumpus?
I'm in big trouble.
If I sat down on a toilet, nothing's coming out.
Let's figure it out tomorrow when we're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Excuse me!
Because he's about to whoop your ass, that's why.
Like, not for finals or graduation or anything.
Lately, I've been having this problem with my payroll account. And...
Oh, my goodness.
I took a couple classes at work.
I mean, she's gotta be The Black Badger.
All right, everybody, settle down. Settle down!
- There we go, just right over here. - Fine, take it, take it.
It's quite the thing.
How do I get your attention? Make a bird call?
Bye-bye now.
but I didn't have many friends back then.
- A banana, force multiplier. - What?
- Mr. Joyner. - Yeah.
not feeling like he's a hero...
You are my world. You are what makes me special!
Yeah, no, it is. I'll take a look at that for you.
You think those guys are real?
Get him, Agent! Hit him with the stick!
The answer when we return
I love you.
It's gotta be Harris, right?
There's nowhere to run, Agent Stone.
Come here, Jet. That was a trachea. (GROANS)
You’re Very In Tune Jazmine
I know what the bike is.
Go show them what you got.
Most of you knew me back in high school as
This man is a CIA agent,
Uh, good night, Bob.
But that's okay.
It's called soul gazing.
It's about putting it all out there
Was that the last bro? 'Cause if it was, then I'll talk.
Bob's last forced psych eval
Two of them
Down.
- Don't do that. - (IMITATES CRASH)
Now, hand me the firearm
(THE BOOGIE BY OUTASIGHT PLAYING)
Who's this mystery man?
How did Bob Stone win homecoming king?
about your contact with Agent Stone.
Sit down. Thank you.
Stop. Stop!
(LAUGHING)
Then why would you ask me?
Farts or just air.
(GRUNTS) Here you go, Jet.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
For what?
Come on, baby. Step over.
I think this whole situation's getting a little out of control.
Wait! How did you- What did you just do?
if you don't have the right clearances.
Some of you might remember that day.