Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We just had a fight.

Grover Cleveland.

What do you mean "I"? Real Apps is my idea. You came up with the name.

I want six shakes in my fridge at all times, ready to go. And I want 'em beyonce color. Not darker, not lighter. Beyoncé!

he wanted to do it. I get to hold it...

Typing is not a special skill.

And if you wanna get with me, you have to get with my friends.

- Ugh. - I was wondering if you guys could be cool.

Hey, guys. So listen, Russell is gonna come and stay this weekend.

- Hey you. - Tell me everything. How's it going?

I put my beans in your shakes.

It's 2012, Winston.

I know there's no farm where dogs and grandpas go.

- What now? - More beer.

We, like, throw our heads back when we laugh...

and I got really nervous and I tried to flirt information out of you.

but I hear you hari-kari'd that one.

- I'm with Russell. Perfect. - Don't wanna be on my team?

Hey, this is really good.

Time for me to get an adult job with adult people.

There's a trail of chairs, but the floor is lava.

Actually, I don't trust what "cool" means to all of you...

Or a really high-class prostitute.

We'll see you again probably never.

Where open-minded people do weird things to each other.

That's our thing, we don't fight.

Ugh. Jess, this room is not a place of comforting, okay?

- Seriously. Are you a cop? Tell me. - No.

- That's what I'm talking about. - We've learned a lot.