Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess nobody told you, but, uh...
- Carlos? - What`s he doin` up in the air?
- [ Mouths Words ] - Yeah, way to bring up a sore subject.
- Oh! - She`s not going anywhere.
- and we`ll be ex-pecting them. - Okay, okay, okay. I get it.
- [ Retches ] - [ Clapping ]
#So the three amigos took an undersea trip
And that boy was me
[ Crazed Laughing ]
# Naughty Cal, Bongo and Tokey #
We don`t know for sure that it is Lars.
[ Whimpers, Screams ]
- Yeah, it`s-- Well, it`s-- - Hey, snow bunny!
Shit! Turn it, turn it!
- [ Rolo Chuckles ] - Whoo!
You know, I won about five fucking gold records in my lifetime.
Fuck, I don`t know what it seemed to suggest. Let me try that again.
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Hey, guys, I`m gonna send you back over there.
- [ Punch Lands ] - [ Squealing Groan ]
Uh-- So, uh, I guess I`m talkin` to a celebrity.
I`m making my famous Coconut Pete`s Paella.
Quickly! Give me the racket! Give me the balls!
Coconut Pete. Hey, man, I really appreciate you bringing me into your life circle.
It sure as shit was not chewed up by jungle rats.
Soap, please.
That`s the line that was on the board yesterday.
- I only heard it for a second, but-- - So what do we do?
does he believe in the local legends of the island...
- You`re such a jerk, Rolo. - You`re gonna love this shit.
- I`m so sick of running from this-- - #[ Continues ]
Oh, God!
[ Cheering ]
[ Coughs ]
We`ve got a killer on the loose, and you`re throwing a bloody pinata party.
- Ay.! You are the fucking Fun Police! -Juan!
Man, I can`t hear shit. I`ve been standin` next to amplifiers my whole life.
- How are we looking, Dr. Wick? - You`re looking fantastic, Amy.
- No, I`m not cutting. - Okay, cut it.
He was going back on the-- on the road where he belonged.
Here we go, I`ll do, um-- Okay, ready and action.
Change!
COOL
I think you should give it to her, señor
- [ Man ] Yeah, I like that.! - [ Woman ] Bring it on.!
And one night-- it was a night a lot like tonight--
There he is again.
and march out there and do our goddamn jobs.
- [ Laughs ] God! - Sorry.
Thanks for doing this, Lars.
Fuck that guy! Son of a son of a bitch!
[ Whimpering ]
I don`t think we can say for sure. God, I don`t know.
[ Cheering ]
[ Mouthing Words ]
[ Both Moaning ]
She`s the one in the way back.
[ Gasps ]
So young want to be drilled.. by me
She was just trying to warn the guests.
trying to shit in the apple pie.
#[ Continues ]
Come on, hit it! Hit it!
oh, dude, come on.
Son of a bitch!
And we don`t know if he got out or if someone else got in.
Okay? Break!
with all that dodgy business back in the jungle.
- Ohh! -Juan!Juan!Juan, get up!
Penelope! Where`s Juan?
Give me a heads-up before you do that.
Should we be doin` this here?
- [ Clattering ] - [ Squawking ]
Oral Roberts? Is that anything like an AnalJohnson?
- [ Gasping ] - Oh, God!
- Some of`em aren`t bad-looking. - [ Laughter]
He`s not too worried about it.
- [ Panting ] - Oh! Ohhh!
Oh, God.
Right, guv`nor? Hey, Sammy, hit me!
Or at least ask you nicely to leave.
- and romantic. - Oh. [ Chuckles ]
- Putman, pillow. - Putman Livingston, I presume.
[ Chuckles ] Okay.
Is it too much to ask? Have sex with the guests.
A little song I wrote seven and a half fucking years...
Look, we went into your room last night, Lars.
- Did you see it? - I saw it. - Oh, my asshole!
Left to right! I`m looking for the left-handed killer, you idiot!
Let me know when you score some more.
But you better hurry. You`ll miss the drinks by the pool.
- [ Chopping ] - [ Yelling, Indistinct ]
- [ Mutters ] Oh, fuck. - Sam. Sam.
At least assault with a deadly wet one.
- [ Laughing ] - [ Screams ] Oh, God!Juan!
oh, sick fuck.
*-Mmm.* [Neck bones cracking]
- [Jenny ] oh, God.! - Juan.!
twenty beers a day for the last 1 0 years, right?