Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, J.B., let's bounce.
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
But her tits are smaller.
Oh, yeah, that was a 12-millimeter semi-automatic Mossberg Maverick.
Of course it will, dude. That's the whole point.
- I'm here to see Thomas. - First and last name, please.
It's just he'll go crazy if anything happens to it.
- Crank this thing up. - No.
COSTA.: Yes. THOMAS: But no one else, okay?
OFFICER 3: Disperse immediately or you will be subject to arrest.
Bass to the floor, right now, what's up A lime to a lemon
- You're golden! THOMAS: Dude, I'm so fucked.
This is my favorite song, guys.
You look like smorgasbord of dorks
Dude, check it out. Check it out.
You know what, you're right, Costa. Let's just take your car.
Wow. Okay.
(COSTA & WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
What? Finger-banging? Can you please elaborate?
This is Thomas we're talking about. He's not exactly Mr. Popular.
THOMAS: Yeah, it's my birthday.
(CLATTERING)
- Okay, open up, open up. Now. GIRL: Yeah!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Take it. Oh, my God, she's got a deep throat.
(GIRL SCREAMS)
(CROWD YELLING AND LAUGHING)
What's that, dude? Hold on, I can't fucking hear a thing you're saying.
(PARENTS APPLAUDING)
Why the fuck weren't we at that party, man?
Hi. Good evening, Mrs. Stillson. My name's Oliver.
(ALL SCREAMING AND SHOUTING)
He'll be taking the trash out nine times a day for the rest of his life.
I ain't tryin' to lead you wrong, sugar I need you
COSTA: Do I know you guys?
What the fuck am I gonna do with this kid?
(DOOR CLOSES)
(THOMAS CHUCKLES)
- What you gonna do about it, bitch? - You're not invited, dickhead.
THOMAS: Uh, excuse me... GIRL: Sorry.
- I'd love to go to the range with you. - Yeah, that's a good idea.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
- Have you gotten lucky at all? - I'm pretty lucky right now.
That's not a big deal, right? When do your parents get home?
Happy birthday, dear Thomas
THOMAS: This is Dax. DAD: What is this?
But what we're saying is, you may not.
You motherfuckers!
Alexis was eye-fucking you, and you got college girls on your dick.
We need a fucking mascot for the party.
Holy shit, dude! Where'd you get a bouncy-house?
Dude, think about it. It's on Dickens Street. We'd love to have you.
How many Christmas markets better than poland? Zero!
- Thanks, man, I appreciate it. - Yeah, no problem.
- Okay, bye. - All right, see you guys.
I was just attacked by this really sexy woman.
(ENGINE REWING)
(FIREWORKS WHISTLING)
(DAX GRUNTS)
- Wrestlers do it all the time. - Wrestlers also wrestle all the time.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(ALL CHEERING)
(CROWD LAUGHING AND YELLING)
Ahh.
- What? - Yeah, you heard me, sugar-tits.
My parents are convinced this is totally gonna be fucking my college plans.
Yeah, we're having a small little birthday gathering for my friend.
I guess both are true. The law says you cannot because we say you may not.
Go! Go!
(CROWD CHEERING)
COSTA: This is your fucking party, man.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
- Thinks we could actually do time for this. J.B.: Jesus.
This is a party for grownups. Let's fucking go.
(CROWD BOOING AND SHOUTING)
The kid actually burned his parents' house down. Can you imagi...?
And if you guys get there before we get there...
THOMAS: God, dude, he fucking cracked my windshield.
Yo, yo, yo, hey!
THOMAS: Fine. Give me that.
I don't know. Thomas, leaving him alone all weekend.
I mean, I'd love to get some oral or, you know, at least do some finger-banging.
- You want a massage, bro? - No, no. Just, stop.
THOMAS: Oh, my God. Dude, that sign fucking worked.
COSTA: Fuck you. - You guys, it's like 9:20 already.
- That better be yours tonight. - Damn.
Hey, it's your day. Cool. See you guys tonight, then.
He's one of J.B.'s guys from Gay-V Club.
Holy shit, Thomas, he's fucking wild! He's a fucking crazy man!
COSTA: J.B., get your fat ass up!