Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, shit!
Yes, sir. Of course.
- Please don't embarrass me like this. - Hey, listen up!
Have you seen my fucking house?
COSTA: You're gonna want to lock your doors. THOMAS: Are you serious?
- They gave you the minivan? - For my birthday, yes.
Come get a piece of this white chocolate.
And give you a back tug Yeah
And we wanted to give you the courtesy of informing you...
Thomas! Thomas! Thomas!
If you fuck this up I will stab you. I'm not kidding
COSTA: All right.
Here.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Here they come.
You guys should go home too.
And he's gonna make us look pimp, and you fucking better.
THOMAS: Kirby, wait.
- Good night. - Officers.
COSTA: Go! Shit! THOMAS: Come on!
The house is gone, man. It's fucking over.
Kirby!
- Fuck this. COSTA: Where are you going? Get back here!
COSTA: Fuck, yeah!
(GIRL LAUGHING)
DAX: Thanks, Thomas.
OFFICER 1: Subject is armed and active. MAN: Oh, my fucking God.
You heard about this on Craigslist?
THOMAS: Milo!
(CRYING)
Happy birthday to you
COSTA: Fuck it, my cousin owns a body shop. He can fix it, no problem, man.
Live for tonight Before tomorrow's amnesia
He's got a couple of friends. They're gonna hang out, but they're not gonna do anything.
OFFICER 1: - Skirmish line, be advised, officer down, officer down.
THOMAS: Costa, he's coming back.
Was that weird? I'm sorry. Shit, that was weird, wasn't it?
OFFICER 6: Get back!
- I'm just worried. - About what?
Probably bankrupt my parents. I'll be in debt until I die.
- Dad, what do you think is gonna happen? - Mr. Kub, honestly, we have no...
Makes no sense. This kid's younger than we are.
(DOG BARKING ON VIDEO)
(OVER SPEAKERS) White trash party Pull a fifth of Bacardi from out of my underwear
- There's people in the house! THOMAS: Oh, shit.
It's fucking insane.
J.B.: Whoa, we are so fucked.
You feel me?
Do it, genius. It's all on tape. I just saw this motherfucker record it.
THOMAS: Who? COSTA: Oh, my God, it is her.
That party was so sick. Everyone got laid.
BOY 3: Yo, you guys, Thomas. That party was dope.
- I started hanging out with you two. Zero! - I just don't really see the point any more.
Dude, go over there.
BOY: It's Ecstasy, bro!
Or to take part in the vicious race
(CRASHING & WOMAN MOANING)
J.B.: Fuck. Shit.
Poor Milo.
- Hey. - Hey, look, I just wanted to talk to you.
Ew. Heh.
Great. Well, we'll see you Sunday. Happy birthday, Thomas.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. - All right.
I just didn't think you had it in you.
She graduated three years ago. She's in Playboy's Pac-10 issue.
Wow, this was before Costa.
People don't tell you that enough, Kirby.
Your grades are fucking up your college plans.
All right, well, um, we better get back out there.
(DOOR CREAKS)
- Yeah, Dad, I know. - Good. Okay.
I'm glad your folks are on vacation I just raided the fridge
Oh, watch this.
My body's
- Hey, hey, hey. - Hey, what's up, bro?
OFFICER 2: Everybody, back!
Standing down, for now.
- Your loss, man. It's good knowledge. THOMAS: Oh, my God.
Good evening, uh, this is... This is Dax.
THOMAS: Look how chill this is. KIRBY: It's no big deal. I mean, there's two DJ's.
You're beautiful, it's true
(GIRLS CHATTERING)
COSTA: Fuck you. - Dude, Costa. Seriously?
I'm telling Thomas it's time to shut it down.
(WHISPERING) Fuck me, that was close.
COSTA: Thomas Kub's house, 8:00.
COSTA: Whoa, shit!
Cut the music. Cut it. How's everybody doing? It's your host, Costa.
Oh, that sounds like a really brilliant idea.
Is there a problem here, officers?
(OVER SPEAKERS) Heads will roll
- Hey, Costa. TYLER: I'm understaffed.
The pool heater, don't touch it.
Maybe in the factory Maybe in the actual world
- Stay down. Stay down. - Fuck! Shit!
Grab it. Throw it in. I love...
(DOORBELL RINGS)