Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You think so? - I know so.
Keep going! Get in the back now!
COSTA: No fucking way, man!
- ...has survived his injuries T-RICK: Costa!
Oh, uh... I have to call you back, sir. I'm sorry.
Hey, girls. Just remember, wear something tight.
Black sedan. License plate... We've got a hit-and-run.
Wait, you're in their house?
He called the cops on us. He ruined everything.
...where this normally quiet residential street has turned into anarchy.
To the break of dawn, yo!
- A DJ. Super chill. THOMAS: Ha.
- Maybe I'll post it on YouTube. - No, don't, don't, don't.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
REPORTER 2: Police are now mobilizing. Fire helicopters have been brought in.
THOMAS: DJ's over there. J.B.: Cool.
(ENGINE STARTS)
We were slightly out of our league on this mission.
The reason you guys are here tonight is because it's Thomas Kub's birthday.
COSTA: With these two, we got nothing to worry about.
Would you like a glass of wine?
COSTA: Check it out. THOMAS: What are you doing?
DAD: No food in the living room. Your mother will kill me and I'll have to kill you.
COSTA: Dude, please don't back out. This party is gonna change everything for us.
That's technically a homosexual act.
Do you fucking believe this?
GIRL: Yeah! LITTLE PERSON: The fuck you guys looking at?
...you can just get in the backyard and set up...
Tapping and circling. Tap, tap, tap.
- The party's in three hours. - It's mostly water weight.
I haven't seen Tyler in an hour.
He's a sweet kid, but...
Shh.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Give me back my fucking Gnome!
I'm gonna bring up my best friends, Thomas and J.B.
We're having a soirée at my place tonight. If you wanna swing by, it should be...
Shit. Um, Mrs. Kub, I thought you guys left already.
I need you to dial back like 10, 15 percent. You can't hard-charge all the time.
THOMAS: Careful. COSTA: She's a professional. Open up.
My mom hasn't stopped crying.
(IN CHINESE ACCENT) The kung fu no good here.
- I'm so sorry, sir. I'm so sor... - Fuck!
(CROWD MURMURING)
Bro, what's happening?
- To one sick fucking night. - Cheers.
- Whoa. - Oh, shit.
Why won't you get in with me?
(PHONE RINGING)
You know a guy down there told me...
- Costa hooked it up. - You know it, baby.
(SNIFFS)
- Come on, I need your fucking help, man. COSTA: Goddamn it.
If you fuck this up, I will stab you. I'm not kidding.
- Yo! J.B.: Miles!
What are you doing? Get the fuck out of here!
The "circle of pleasure." The "itsy-bitsy spider."
That's fucking disgusting.
THOMAS: Oh, my God! - Holy shit! Fucking insane!
COSTA: Oh, shit! J.B.: Oh, fuck!
...for throwing what people are calling...
Hey, we want some pussy
(GRENADES EXPLODING)
KIRBY: Fuck off. - I'm sorry. Hey, hey, Kirby...
...I think, like, a DJ.
(R. KELLY'S "BUMP N' GRIND" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
...but if you are talking to me by my next birthday...
KIRBY: What? THOMAS: What? What did he say?
GIRL: Ew! - Come on, "Ew."
Negative. I'm a ghost. Out.
- Are you having fun at this party? - So much fun.
What was wrong with me?
- Is that okay? - No, it's not.
Just another beer would be great.
OFFICER 3: Put down your weapon.
KIRBY: I'm kicking Costa's ass!
(WHITE ARROWS' "CITY BOY (KKS REMIX)" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
My boy is underselling this like a motherfucker.
I did. It's in the freezer in the garage.
- Thanks, Dad. Good night. - Good night.
We wait about an hour to make sure he's asleep, then we make our move.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Hey, thanks. Would you guys mind getting off my dad's car?
COSTA: Holy shit!
COSTA: Oh, man, you the man. Fuck, yeah, T-Rick.
We need a post up at the cockbiter's house.
J.B.: Wow. Whoa.
COSTA: Yeah, my boy's starting at second base for USC.
(ALL CHEERING)
Damn it.
Heads will roll
You're right, dude. I needed this.
COSTA: Holy shit! J.B.: Guy's like the fucking Terminator! Jesus!
J.B.: Dude, are you stealing it? COSTA: No, we're just borrowing it.
Shit. Sorry. Um...