Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Glitter on the wet streets ♪
- Jesus, you'll catch your death. - Mum, I want you to meet my boyfriend.
[partygoers chattering]
You usually respond straight away. I assumed you were dead.
What do you think?
- Why didn't you come to me about it? - Because you're judgmental.
[laughs] And he always has the dumbest questions.
♪ I think you know the reason why ♪
No career prospects.
It doesn't matter what I do. He'll just keep turning back time.
No, it's just pocket change. Straight women just paid off my student loan.
[thunderclap]
Yeah.
I'll help you put it back.
Of that boyfriend in particular, no.
[singsong] You're going to the clinic.
♪ You're really fucking on ♪
Where are you going?
- I was being stupid earlier. - [thunderclap]
♪ We're floating in space? ♪
- [song ends] - Morning.
♪ Here we go ♪
[partygoers laugh]
Who wants to do body shots?
["Makeba" playing]
He's hopeless.
I'm not, Martin.
- Aren't you? - [stutters] It's complicated.
This is strange, right?
But it's like there's a logic to them.
- ["The Good Times Are Killing Me" playing] - ♪ The good times ♪
- Hey, can we have a chat? - [Kash] Of course.
[Carrie grunts]
Nothing. And the ironic thing is,
Maybe we should just give each other some space.
at the same time as the party, wouldn't you?
[music continues in distance]