Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Two shows a day. Two shows a day. How do they do it?
- Last year. - How old are you?
How are you? Oh, my God. It's so good to see you.
Oh, my God, Jess.
Do you think she's finally becoming a girl? I can't handle that.
Trying to be polite.
I'm gonna be going on the Internet before we have sex again...
you're just gonna end up pregnant anyways.
- I'm gonna be there in just a second. - Costumes. I made her dressed up too much?
Marriage, probably. Money management, I would say.
- I'm gonna go do Ouli. Yeah. All right. - I'm gonna do this.
We were thinking what you might have been like as a baby.
- I'm gonna go. Yeah. - Go.
- Is sexting cool? - What? No. It's not cool.
- Cece, are you pregnant? - Whoa.
Oh, hey.
She doesn't even know what Netscape is.
It's popcorn in Italian.
What a move!
like one of those plastic barbecue covers in a hurricane.
With these VIP tickets I got...
- Every single one. - Ew.
You don't even know. I mean, like...
Yeah, no. Of course not. Of course. It's just...
Business idea. We should buy skaters.
I don't think you should be rushing into these things.
You're an idiot.
- Are you in love with my dad? - Mmm...
- We used protection. - Think she did it on purpose?
In front of us? We are literally the most embarrassing people on the planet.
I used to do your hair in Tribeca.
Where are you going? Look, I'm sorry about this, man.
- Eighteen. - Ugh...