Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

J.B.: Hey, hey, hey.
(English - US - PSDH)
I got a better idea. How about I invite you to my next party?
Jump in.
- We were just calling... What was that? - Dude, look at her.
- "Mama Kub and Papa Kub"? Jesus. - Yeah, those are my parents, asshole.
I'm sorry for that time at your brother's Bar Mitzvah...
How are we doing on eggs?
You look like a little gremlin And a teddy bear had a baby
And I ain't tiyin' to critique But you deserve a good drink, so, what's up?
Move the fuck out of the way!
(COACH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(OVER SPEAKERS) But my body
(NAS' "NASTY" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
it's the first party I've ever attended and you...
Requesting backup, all units...
- You having a good time? - Yeah.
(ALL CHEERING)
Perhaps tonight is just business as usual, but something tells me, no, it's not.
I have three projects I'm working on. I don't want anybody in there, clear?
COSTA: So, dog, you ready for tonight?
That's my party. I'm Thomas Kub. It's my birthday today.
OFFICER 2: Everybody's a fucking attorney.
And we're gonna sing a little "Happy Birthday" for him. One, two, three.
Are you serious right now?
How cool is it that Thomas was born on your anniversary?
Police are using flash-bang grenades to try and disperse this crowd.
Still looks like me.
Get in the back now! Everybody move! Let's go!
Shut the fuck up!
Lines of water on the floor
Wait up, wait up. I wanted to do a birthday song too, if I can, Thomas. Is that cool?
Dude, why are you staring at my dick?
BOY 2: He's good. Ready to go. BOY 3: Blast off.
COSTA: Cops on the way. Get out, everybody! Now!
Put this in your mouth.
- ...and do what you gotta do. - Dax, Dax. Go film over the top.
The baby can't sleep, Melinda works early tomorrow.
See, I told you guys, T-Rick's just a sweetheart. Mm.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You take your first finger, your thumb and your middle finger.
Civilians 50 yards ahead on Dickens.
THOMAS: J.B., seriously, what are you doing? - Your dad is a freak.
I'm drunk. I mean, that's not an excuse.
J.B.: Dude, Thomas, no!
Seriously, stop. Stop.
She wants him to call the police. He wants to handle it himself.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
...possibly the most epic high-school party of all time.
Your college fund is gone, I can tell you that.
OFFICER 1 (OVER RADIO): Outside visual on subject with...
MOM: Happy birthday, sweetie. THOMAS: Ahh.
- I'm a little fucked up. - But you look good.
- We agreed all my calls would be answered. - I know. Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
- Rob, hey. What can I do for you, man? - Hey.
- Dude, it is. That's him. Holy shit. J.B.: He's so badass.
My dad met my stepmom on Craigslist.
COSTA: What did I say? Don't doubt the master, bitches!
THOMAS: Fuck. Oh, my God.
So would you please listen To what I'm gonna need from you
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING AND CROWD CHEERING NEARBY)
OFFICER 7: Go, go, go! - Shit!
You'll be all right.
Can you imagine if your mom ever saw that?
Like this.
(SHINY TOY GUNS' "LE DISKO (BOYS NOIZE)" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
He's drinking. They're in the kitchen.
- Think she'll come tonight? COSTA: I'm not inviting her. You do this one.
DAX: Are you gonna be going to Thomas's birthday party tonight?
Craigslist, yeah. It's on the thing, on the page, right there.
(HORNS HONKING AND CAR DOORS CLOSING)
And also, guys, do not go in my office, right?
COSTA: Thank you, I appreciate this. Come by anytime you want.
Yeah, and I'm being brought up on like six different charges.
(CROWD GROANS)
- Hey. - I'm just saying.
You know where you're going? You're going to jail, you motherfucker!
No, seriously.
But some cats had a party in Pasadena and took this thing to the whole next level.