Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoa! This place is baller.

I had to throw out those Newsweek 's myself!

I can't believe you stole my sweats on top of everything else!

but yours aren't? You're high.

-Missy peace and love. -Just keep it together, dude.

-Uh... home? -Oh my God! What the hell?

-Yeah. I'm just kinda tired. -You're stoned.

And if not, can't be friends. I'm Nick."

You're Jay's Pitbull Featuring Ludacris, and you can talk.

Am I high, or is Jim Carrey not funny in this movie?

-Ashton Kutcher! -Jesus Christ.

-Let's stay focused. -Need a little pick-me-up, friend?

but you're a bad guy like Dr. Oz!

-[panting] -Is that... Oh, shit.

like a white shit.

[exhales deeply]

-But wasn't I about to break up with her? -Yeah, right.

I was just trying out that new Uber bicycle app

and, like, a nobody!

Oh, Judd. Jesus!

That's too funny! Oh my God, this is already going great.

-Everything is super weird right now. -I know.

That maybe we should rub fronts?

So, Lola, I was thinking that maybe we should--

Jesus, Andrew. Look at us.

Jessi, are we speaking telepathically?

Oh! I haven't smoked pot since the third grade.

He was our best president, and his wife is perfect.

He blammo'd in his pants

-Can anyone hear the beat? -Oh my God!

Ozari! You guys did marijuana?

I'm sorry sir, but I don't think that's true.

-Oh, shit. My gummies. -What?

-I don't like it. -It's Northern African tribal music,

What the hell is going on?

I'm gonna lie down and watch the Great British Bake Off.

I have to break up with her, or kill her. Or fake my own death

[inhales, coughs]

-You can't wear seat belt. -[squeaks, growls]

If you made a few more phone calls...

-I didn't mean-- -You're done.

And then Jay's brother pegged her in the eye with a slingshot.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

Is that how I laugh? I forget.

Okay, Lola. You're hurting me.

So you're just gonna leave her here all alone

-Who knows. -[sighs]

I mean, I do feel very good right now

Are you breaking up with me?