Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, shit. Let's go.
...and I'm really sorry for that.
Scuffin' shell-toes Is that nigga dead?
(DAD SIGHS)
What's up, sisters? Thomas Kub's house, 8:00.
Baby
- Replying. THOMAS: Don't. Here, don't send that.
COSTA: Thomas, this is your party, and she's the hottest girl here.
An hour from now, this place is a fucking madhouse.
Who's that dude with the mustache?
(ALL CLAMORING)
Excuse me. Sorry. Look out. Sorry. Sorry. Excuse me.
Throw it in here, nice and low.
Come on, move your asses.
- What is that supposed to mean? - I'm just saying that he's not that type of kid.
The kind that got many AIDS and shit
- All right, 30 people. - Thirty people?
And shit in the kitchen
What? E... What the fuck are you doing here?
"Excuse me, Mr. Kub. I seem to have found some water in your semen."
(CHUCKLING)
(CHEERING)
COSTA: We have a whole day to fix this place up. It's all good.
Get out of here. Go.
Fine. Fuck it. I'm calling the fucking cops... Aah!
- All right, see you. J.B.: All right.
- What's up, guys? - Well, we did it.
(ALL CHEERING)
I don't care if everyone thinks I'm a dick. I'm getting them out of the house. Now.
My parents are gonna crucify me if anything gets fucked up.
(DR. DRE'S "THE NEXT EPISODE" PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)
I ain't gotta tell you They know about me, huh
- Holy shit! Look out. COSTA: Shit! What the fuck?
And, of course, in my culture I've been a man since my 13th birthday.
BOY 4: It's just like Up.
- That's Ashley, Rachel, Sarah. J.B.: Hi, hi.
Shut the fuck up.
See, baby, I'm a leader Day away from a Libra
Have you seen the footage? Let me tell you.
OFFICER 1: Suspect is firing at officers.
Where's your mom? I'm gonna get the bags.
J.B.: Hey. Can we get going?
(BANGING)
J.B., I'm sorry for buying you a bra on your birthday. That wasn't cool.
Okay, Faggot
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
THOMAS: Fuck! COSTA: Holy shit, dude, it's T-Rick!
- Let's go, come on. - Dax. Dax, help me.
COSTA: Shit! KIRBY: It looks like I win.
ALL (SINGING): Happy birthday to you
What about our money?
THOMAS: Happy anniversary.
J.B.: He's gonna catch him and he's gonna get his ass kicked.
COSTA: Dude, relax. People are gonna show up. I promise, bro.
BOY: Oh, shit, I think that's his dad.
I'm inside the belly of the beast.
COSTA: That's absolutely disgusting.
It's the motherfucking D-O-double-G
Nothing goes in here, right?
Thomas, look at what we did. Epic.
(J.B. SCREAMS)
Ladies, who wants to take a shot with the birthday boy?
- Dad, hey. - Where have you been?
If you're still mad, I get it...
COSTA: Holy shit!
(ALL CHATTERING)
Word to the motherfucking DJ Quik
COSTA: Move the fuck out of the way!
MAN (ON TV): Sand, an adversary in many ways more dangerous than those carrying weapons.
THOMAS: Oh, my God. J.B.: Shit.
- I love you guys. J.B.: Ha, ha.
Just come inside. Just forget about it.
- Yeah. - Hey, Costa. Hey, Dax.
THOMAS: Oh, shit! KIRBY: I'm okay! Heh.
How did this thing get up here? Was someone in my parents' room?
THOMAS: Kirby!
KIRBY: Ha, ha! Thomas, come here! COSTA: Fucker!
It was the most epic party of all time.
COSTA: Relax, man. J.B.: We need to tell Thomas.
I brought all these people to your party. Fucking camera creeps me out.
You are very beautiful.
I just heard a rumor that all your balls got attacked by a midget. Is it true?
Teller, bring your mitt. We'll play catch. No.
I don't care. T, get these freshmen out of here.
THOMAS: Ow! Get off me. COSTA: This is your night.
I gotta record this.
Hold on. We gotta give Thomas his birthday present.
What's up, Dax? How'd they rope you into this?
- Fudgy the Whale. - Okay.
Okay, here's what I want.
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)