Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And questions are off-limits, I guess?

- Five dollars a pop. - Come here.

The moon is just a chip shot away, brother, heh.

- Mm-hm. - So it's summer break, correct?

DALLAS: All right, all right. Let's give it up for the Kid, huh?

[NATIVE AMERICAN THEMES PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Okay. Maybe we'll come.

- Yes, sir. - Fucking worked, whoo!

Y'all ready to rock a little and fucking rein them in?

WOMAN: That storm is crazy, huh?

- You drive me around. - I can pay for my own gas.

You are fulfilling every woman's wildest fantasies. All right?

DALLAS: Tarzan.

It's a relief program, so--

ADAM: Why do you have that?

- Is that a tattoo? - Yeah.

- She's a dinner type, is what I'm trying to say. - Oh.

- This is not a fucking joke. - Heh.

[BANGING ON DOOR]

So, what am I supposed to do in there?

- Good to see you. - You too. How are you?

ADAM: I don't know what the fuck it is.

ADAM: You don't understand. - I love you.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Wow, 13. That's a lot of ones. - Heh.

Aren't you supposed to be at the show?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Plus, I don't exactly sport-fuck my brother's stripper friends.

MIKE: Motherfucker.

BROOKE: Watch yourself. MIKE: All right, heh.

Never kiss the girls, Kid. That's Performer 101.

[GUNFIRE ON SPEAKERS]

- Then what are you doing? - Heh, taking off my clothes.

Come on. Come here. Come on.

I guess. I guess.

I don't care. Have you never talked to a girl before? Just go talk to her.

You got your ID on you?

MIKE: What's up?

Bang. A six-shooter for you. There we go.

You got to not wear tennis shoes, bro.

Fuck. Damn, that was crazy shit.

Whoo! It's a fucking revival.

This is Herman.

- You ready? - Yeah.

George, dude, I got one. I'm sorry. I know, I know.

You are a bullshit, 30-year-old male stripper.

...but I can look back in 20 years and look at the shit that we've done together, man.

We keep getting complaints of noise and underage drinking.

DALLAS: If everybody can quiet down a second here.

Right? So you felt it too? What? Just, what?

See? You heard it from her. I'm just saying.

It was good to see you.

You know how I feel about wearing a fucking tie.

Over sad! Now stay out!

RICHIE: It was loke 25 percent dancong, 50 percent marketing.

Ooh, aah. Ooh, aah.

BROOKE: No, I'm sorry. I'm going to dinner.

...and not get in trouble...

[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE]

Uh, let's talk about something else, you know.

MIKE: Just tell them if they want to get into this...

You are the one-night stand, that free fling of a fuck...

He left me weird-sounding voice messages, sounded fucked up.

I love where your head's at. You're focused.

So you don't believe anything that I've said to you?

[SHOUTS] Penelope.

- Hey, you Sol? Sal. Adam. - Sal.

I mean, we do offer relief programs...

Tell me about being an entrepreneur.

I can try to jump you off if you want, but it's not the battery.

Stick it. That right there is like hitting the G-spot, every single time.

What about romance?

Uh, I have, uh, six weeks until I'm....

Uh, you know, ah, industry referrals.

Who do we have to fuck to get a fucking drink?

DALLAS: Where the fuck is he?

[PEOPLE IN RESTAURANT CHATTERING]

On the stage. Thousands of women.

Tsk, thank you. That's actually the idea. Mike's Custom Furniture Concepts.

Kid, you ready for the big time, huh? You ready for the big time?

MIKE: Hey. Come here.

Like a hundred, or a hundred? That's a grand.

Okay, if you decide you want to share...

TARZAN: Whoa, I get it.

...you've been doing at home.

You don't want to look like him, do you?

- Heh, what's going on? - What's going on, bro?

What are you doing breaking into my house?

So the last thing I need is a teenage liability fucking my future up.

ALL: Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Oh, fuck, yeah, we're doing this, man. This is our time.