Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

KIRBY: Come on, you're way too easy. I love it.

Don't shut that...

Everything's great. You upgraded the dish. Looks great.

COSTA: It's Ecstasy. It'll put the brakes on your little freak-out. Just take it.

- Dibs. - Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

Paper towels. Get long.

What you sippio' on? It's no problem

Fine, 50 people, absolute max.

- I think we'll come. Can we bring people? - Can I bring people?

(CROWD YELLING)

COSTA: No, he's cool.

COSTA: Dude, we done good.

Little dude. What's up, man? How we doing?

The house is trashed. You're the worst security ever.

It wasn't cool, man.

Nothing. That was Costa. You're on speakerphone.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Guys, the last thing I want in my house is a bunch of randoms.

COSTA: T-Rick's so burned out, he probably forgot about it already.

Fifteen hundred.

Jew Pesci, go back to New York

OFFICER 1: Just keep the noise down to a minimum, okay?

- Dude, look, back in Queens... - I'm fucking sick of hearing about Queens.

- What? - Um...

THOMAS: When, in 1986?

I don't have words for some of the things I've seen.

Happy birthday dear Thomas

Don't care if she's 300 pounds. I have to fuck a girl with big tits.

J.B.: This is bad.

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

Behind me is Thomas Kub's house. Today is Thomas Kub's birthday.

COSTA: Thanks, everybody, for coming. Let's get the music rocking!

And the police are returning in force. We're clearly outnumbered.

Only thing you're working on is diabetes, you fat fuck.

Look, man, I don't mean to be a dick here or anything.

Whoa, ho, ho, ho!

- Absolutely. - Cool.

COSTA: Get the fuck out of here, man. - Come on, dude.

...that was one fucking hell of a night.

COSTA: J.B., I thought I told you to pick up ice.

No. I'm leaving.

(BONDE DO ROLE'S "MARINA DO BAIRRO" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Check it out, guys. I'm pretty sure it's that girl from Playboy.

Okay. I was thinking more along the lines of an apology.

She told me take my glasses off But she looks horrendous

REPORTER: The person who caused the early morning fire and explosion here...

You haven't gotten me a present in 10 years.

It is a big deal. We miss every party.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

I'm coming on Santa Claus's face.

Look, I realize I can be, like, a huge dick sometimes...

- What are you doing? - What?

Make sure you wear something TIGHTTTT

(OVER SPEAKERS) Beat it, I bet she let me She been fiendin' since she met me

I just got another call. I'm sure the neighbors are exaggerating.

COSTA: Are you kidding? THOMAS: Now you can shit in peace.

Wale, D.C., that's me, huh My Prada say Prada and they Prada say Fila

I didn't know how to handle it.

THOMAS: All right, just give me like 10 minutes.

THOMAS: Oh, my God. COSTA: Feel my drift, J.B.?

So you know this high school party in Pasadena that turned into a riot, right?

ALL (CHANTING): Thomas! Thomas! Thomas!

THOMAS: You're breaking the rules, you know.

I don't really have an explanation...

Kirby's sort of like one of us.

Mi-Tell, what's cracking, bro?

Whoa, shit! What the fuck, dude?

Hopefully we'll meet again, so I can explain things.

I'm letting Costa plan most of it.

But the only thing that I care about fixing right now is this.

Disperse immediately.

I'll fix this whole house myself if I have to.

Move it, move it! Let's go! Hurry up! Cops are coming! Everybody in the back!

...a little party for Thomas. He lives there.

OFFICER 9: Get back. Get back!

J.B.: Alexis won't come. She fucks college dudes.

- Oh, shit. - We need this party. You need this party.

COSTA: Yes, I'm serious. THOMAS: Where the fuck are we going?

COSTA: Everybody get in the back!