Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

like a white shit.

-Oh, shit. My gummies. -What?

If you made a few more phone calls...

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

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

Ozari! You guys did marijuana?

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

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

Jessi, are we speaking telepathically?

I was just trying out that new Uber bicycle app

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

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

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

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

That maybe we should rub fronts?

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

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

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

He blammo'd in his pants

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

-Who knows. -[sighs]

Oh, Judd. Jesus!

Jesus, Andrew. Look at us.

but yours aren't? You're high.

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

I mean, I do feel very good right now

Whoa! This place is baller.

So you're just gonna leave her here all alone

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

and, like, a nobody!

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

I had to throw out those Newsweek 's myself!

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

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

What the hell is going on?

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

[exhales deeply]

Are you breaking up with me?

Is that how I laugh? I forget.

[inhales, coughs]

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

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

-Ashton Kutcher! -Jesus Christ.

Okay, Lola. You're hurting me.

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

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

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

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

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