Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ALL: One, two
This is what I do.
Mousiur Poirot... For A Kimono Worn By A Woman In The Hallway There Was A Half Empty Bottle Of Sleeping Drapht There Were 8 Wounds And That Is Everything That I Have Discovered So Far!
- I really don't like being mad at you. - You guys are going to have fun in Miami.
- Get changed. - Oh, no. I'm taking your advice.
We do a group act first, then we do our solos, then we do hot seats.
I can fuck who I want to fuck.
Hey, what are we gonna do about her?
What he got down low fits like a glove
[ADAM CHUCKLES]
TITO: That's what I'm saying. I'm....
Brooke, uh, Joanna.
That too.
I fucking love you, man.
You don't fucking feed me, Dallas.
Not putting what out there?
Adam. Wake up. Adam, we have to go.
You know what time it is. It's time for the hot seat.
- He's absolutely gonna be there. - I will?
- You go out then. - I'm not hitting the fucking floor. Come on.
Where's Mike?
ALL: Let's give it up for the Virgin Kid
You think you have your shit all figured out, but I fucking see you.
[HORSES NEIGH]
That's the state of the country, man.
[DRUMS PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Yeah. My main man.
MIKE: Look at this saggy underwearing, all-star right here.
- Don't worry about it. - It's fine.
...and Paul tonight?
If you believe it, good luck to you.
Why don't you open the fucking bag before I open your fucking head up?
You talked to my sister?
I can't do this anymore, Adam.
...and when you're doing huge property damage claims...
That's who you think--? That isn't fucking--
[CHEERING CONTINUES]
ADAM: Hi, sis. - Hi.
- No. I'm good. - Suit yourself.
You're right. I'm sick of talking about Medicaid...
[AUDIENCE CHEERING]
- I do. - You found her. You have to remember her.
TOBIAS: Mike? Get off of him. Hey.
[MADONNA'S LIKE A VIRGIN PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
I love waffles. Let's go there.
SAL: Why don't you open it up? ADAM: There's nothing in it.
I get it. That's okay. It's okay.
- Okay, so I've seen the stripping. - Yup.
Um, I'll be outside with the rest of the breakfast lovers of the world.
Hm, I'm waiting for the bank to make the competitive loans I'm looking for...
What would his kids even look like?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Be creative.
Quiet down a sec?
Okay.
TOBIAS: Hey, what's going on?
Anything you want, he won't forbid
- Two-way street. - I want to hear you say the word: Equity.
MIKE: Yeah. It's cool that he let you in.
You're not getting any younger.
ADAM: I love you.
MIKE: Um....
But I'm, uh, an entrepreneur, though. I, uh, manage a few businesses.
I just don't have to be the guy that tells them, uh, you know...
Round, round, round. Make this shit count.
I'm not a cop, man.
Fuck, I don't know, man.
Just give it a little-- Just a little spray on that calf there.
...and change your mind and put some effort into it, you know my number.
[SOBBING]
Right, ugh.
MIKE: Good evening. You live here? KIM: Yeah.
MIKE: Just start, bro.
MIKE: Um....
RICHIE: Yeah, man. Whose big dick is that?
DALLAS: Hmm.
She did not look happy. Did you tell her to come?
What, like a date?
[TOBIAS LAUGHS]
BROOKE: You can't get the door?
That's like seven hours from now.
So, what the fuck is going on with Miami?
KEN: I love you, man. You're such a fucking special soul.
- I can do it. - Now, take a breath.
In case that doesn't work out, why don't you come to dinner with me...
You know how to read, huh?
GIRL: That's a great book. TITO: You read that?