Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(PHONE RINGING)
Relax. For you. You.
We heard that Kanye made an appearance there.
I wasn't. My locker's there. Can I get to it?
Get out of your mind
Tonight's about changing the game.
- We're not asking. - Excuse me, I'm not a lawyer or anything.
Wrong. Last thing you want is nobody at your fucking house.
Wetness.
I literally didn't think that you had this in you.
- Watch this. J.B.: Watch what?
...in the life of young Thomas.
EVERETT: He's home alone. He's been up all night, so he's probably gonna crash soon.
Well, when you find him, can you tell him I've got something for him?
Am I invited?
THOMAS: Oh, my God.
We're living at a Courtyard Marriott right now.
(GULPING)
It's not that complicated.
DAX: All I got was you punching that little child's face.
REPORTER 2: Police are on scene in riot gear. SWAT officers are rushing forward.
(HORN HONKS)
Back door or turn the alarm system off.
That sucks.
What about you, Dax? What did your parents say?
J.B.: He got sent to detention once and banged the teacher.
Thomas, my cousin can replace the window, no problem. It's all good, man. I promise.
- All right, have fun. COSTA: Bye.
COSTA: Holy shit! THOMAS: What the fuck are you doing?
TYLER: Get out, police. EVERETT: They're on their way now.
I'm just asking that you please respect my house, okay?
Yeah, I fucking did, upscaled it.
- Yeah. - Uh-huh. Of course.
COSTA: Fuck! THOMAS: Oh, shit!
Shit never gets old.
Joining us now live is one Pasadena teen who's recently drawn a lot of notice...
- I don't. - Hey, guys?
THOMAS: Fuck you. - Oh, my God.
The helpless fetus is growing a tiny, tiny penis...
(ALL CHEERING)
Yes. How are you so fucking bad at this game, Costa?
It's 6 in the morning, man. Let it go. It's over.
Where do you think the school gets it? This is wholesale.
Your style and your physique
COSTA: Come on, let's go. Move!
You'll be okay, Milo. I promise.
COSTA: What? - It's been a great ride.
Disperse immediately.
Basically chill.
COSTA: Come on, dude. I can't see a thing. It's dark as fuck in here.
T-RICK: Where the fuck is Costa?
THOMAS: All right, cool. - Dickens Street.
You said it was perhaps the most epic party of all time.
OFFICER 3: Put down your weapon and put your hands in the air.
What? Fuck you guys then, man. You all can suck my dick.
You're speaking with one. I'm 18 and a half years old, sir.
Give me back my fucking gnome!
And this is Project X, yo.
(KID CUDI'S "PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS (STEVE AOKI REMIX)" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
Every one of my phone calls gets answered, right?
COSTA: What the fuck is that?
Are you hearing this?
Couple thousand, maybe.
COSTA: Are you kidding me? I will fucking kill you!
- These are my boys, J.B. and Thomas. J.B.: Hi.
So we're cool again?
- Hell, yeah. - Whoa, uh... Oh.
We're looking for him.
Are you retarded?
(OVER SPEAKERS) Let's fucking lose it
That's what I'm worried about.
I know where they're selling long
(ALL CHEERING)
- Bye, baby. COSTA: See you guys.
Hey, baby, what's up? Want some of this?
Dude, too bad your dad didn't give you the Benz. That'd have been sick.
I wanna show you something. See this? Check this out.
Jesus Christ! Are you all right, dude? Oh, my God, J.B., are you all right?
COSTA: Are you kidding me? THOMAS: Hey, all you bitches. Aah!
- Where did you get this? It's my mom's. - Come on, bro. I'm not gonna break it.
J.B., what the fuck, man? Why do you have a boner?
COSTA: Thomas, get back here, dude!
Yeah, we actually should be winding down, like midnight, I mean, maybe 1.
(GIRLS CHEERING)
And I know I don't need to tell you, but my car is off limits.
So, uh, how many people were here?
But since I am a better friend than you, I did get you something.
THOMAS: Shit, that's my dad's car. J.B.: Shit, dude.
Oh, my God.
Well, I just don't want people up here.
What the fuck are you doing? The dog's not gonna be in that drawer.
I'm the friend, my birthday.
OFFICER 3: This is the police...