Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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