Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I mean after my divorce, but...
So first, the lighting's way too bright.
Let's not waste our lives denying our desires.
You get crazy. I'll be back with more bodies to...
Both: Karate!
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Uh, where would you like me to put it?
I'm at work. Somebody made a joke.
Don't even go into a room called a fuck room
- Oh. - Shit.
Two minutes on high. Yeah.
(crowd cheering)
No! Let's check our hang-ups at the door.
- Bummer. - I know.
For the flow off the tits.
(dogs barking)
- I was not going to say that. - You know what?
What's with all the hang-ups?
- Thank you for that, really. - (glass shatters)
- How do you know? - Oh my God, guys.
I really really seriously want to thank you.
- (cheering) - You feeling good?
- "What am I doing?" - No no no.
Some bitter wannabe who's pissed from working
Um, I think so.
No, they're not common here. Thank God.
cluster them together.
ooh, ha.
- No. Not like that. - No?
this thing might come together.
do some scene study, a little cold read...
I'm pouring them.
Keep them drinking and get them into the fuck room.
I mean, speaking as a member of the species...
Pants, get the pants.
congratu-fucking-lations.
She's nice, you know?
But she's nice, you know?
- Ahh! - Under the title "Jumping Boys."
You know, "Don't touch my fries, fuckstick."
We only get one chance at this life, okay?
- Whoo! - Close enough. Yes yes!
How did you not get that from the invitation?
What about... what about her?