Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and everybody will think we're a couple straight golfin' buddies...
I mean, I don't understand.
She's awesome. No, we are never having her over.
- We're all over here taking turns blowing bubbles. - Oh!
How do you know? You don't know anything.
Don't look at me. The eye candy here can't leave the house...
Hi. And, uh, that's my son, Luke, right there.
One more rule. What?
I'm- I'm just- I'll make it up to you. Let's just go.
Kidding. Just chill, please. Here.
I can't believe I'm so nervous.
So, if I, uh, went out to the garage,
0r a slightly toned-down version of ourselves.
Hi. I'm, uh, Mitchell, and I am a lawyer.
♪ G-Get it on ♪
But you had to clip my wings- which you used to be the wind beneath.
Come on, honey. Grab the block.
Anton and Scott! Sorry we're late!
The bike's gone. Oh, no.
You wanna do it, don't you?
What? You'll see it tonight on the news.
0h! Pssh! I do that all the time. Don't be embarrassed.
And... she had to choose.
[Baby Cooing]
Well, honey, please, let's try to remember that I'm your wife, not your mom.
No slapping your own butt. But that's how I make my horsey go.