Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

From a certain song coming on the jukebox...
Look at those girls, Lily.
OSAA, the conference call is about to start. call in please
- Sven! - Sven!
- Oh, my God, bitch. This is our anthem. - Really? Who sings this?
after everything he's been through with Stella?
like Mardi Gras and spring break. Maybe she's just a cultural woo.
Ted, am I correct that you are an architect?
but then I remembered that I did!
Oh, actually one of the teachers at my school, Jillian,
- But they wouldn't budge. I'm sorry. - Wow, this really sucks.
We do not need a woo girl. No one needs a woo girl.
and we come up here and we drink a few beers. It's awesome.
No, bitch, shots are on you. You're such a whore.
No. It's just... You're married, Lily, but I'm still single.
Where is the conference call?
"See that one? That one right there? That's mine. "
At which point we tied Uncle Barney to the mechanical bull,
Yeah. Yeah, I think I need that.
And then, we throw crumpled up beer cans at pigeons.
Hey, Barney! Give me the good news.