Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hate Natalie because last summer she called me "fire crotch,"

And without consulting Natalie,

cutting his spaghetti with a fork and knife.

[in New York accent] Hey! New York, up your nose with a hot dog.

Much like Johnny Depp in the shower, I am here against my will.

[screams] What the hell are you?

People hate it when I do that. They hate it when I do everything.

-I don't wanna taste your eggs! -They taste like regular eggs!

Well, if sending your cousin a picture of your girthy hog is gross...

♪ 'Cause I've got to spend the summer ♪

Do you want the cigar? Or...

Say something nice to her, fire crotch.

I wish I didn't say it that way,

♪ We're gonna sing a season three recap ♪

All right! Fuck Andrew.

Hey, Harry. Welcome to the US.

Andrew's gonna tell Seth that I'm a bad guy.

Thomas the big fat obese engine Thomas the big fat obese engine

♪ To bring you up to speed ♪

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

And now you'll never write for Bill Maher!

Say something already!

Have a seat, man.

But then my mom started listening to Lady Gaga, and sadly,

Congratulations on your banana deal.

Hey, whose bed is this?

I'm simply gonna open up the floor for a free-for-all,

Wait, I'm your enemy?

I fuck for free.

Do you hate Natalie because she's trans?

It was something more than that.

Bye, sweetie. Don't try anything.

Yeah, my mom makes me wear these ‘cause she's afraid of, like, everything.

-[boys grunting] -Yo, Nick, check it out.

Nope. Snakes are phallic, and that's offensive.

♪ If you don't need it, honey Skip it ♪

But the second cup we're gonna hide up in the rafters.

Okay, that does not look like a mongoose.

Last summer, the boys threw me a pizza party

Now, I believe there's a clogged toilet calling my name.

Now, this feels offensive.

-He started it! -Oh, yeah? Well, she farted shit!

♪ The latest thing that's shitty Is this fall I'm moving to the city ♪

Oh, a young aunt.

Look at that little shit,

[girl] Come on, Natalie, it's only been one day.

[chuckles] Holy shit. What happened, Gabe?