Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And what the fuck would that do? He doesn't have it.

...they get to have, tonight, with you on-stage, still go home to their hubby...

- Are you calling me like a dog? ADAM: Who did that?

- But you said-- - I'm not, heh, going. I've seen it.

Get him into Ameritrade and shit like that.

Why are you shaving your legs?

[CROWD CHEERING]

Waffle House pussy? I hate Waffle House pussy, heh.

BROOKE: Thank you. MIKE: He's just stoned out of his mind.

- Hey. It's not funny. - Heh, oh, sorry, heh.

I would wake up on the beach somewhere just making stuff every day.

Did you play ball?

And that was really a lot of money.

Tobias, the Kid. He's gonna be the one...

But good luck to you.

Because you can't.

...the good Lord has blessed the Kings of Tampa this summer.

I'm gonna go hit the bathroom.

As I was explaining to him, the businesses that I manage deal exclusively in cash.

Tall Paul can't say anything anymore. I broke up with him.

I mean, really, who wants to buy that crap when it falls apart in a year...

I'm your sister. I love you. I don't judge you.

This is the What can you touch and not touch rules.

He put that kiss on her and pouring money out of their hands.

I'll talk to him. It's fine.

Yeah, that and the lure of my sister's couch.

But you're not a 12-year-old in the locker room. You are the man.

All right. Props.

Come visit anytime in one of our three cool houses, dear.

What do you mean, it's for work? How could it possibly be for work?

They have the best omelets. They know my order. I walk in...

[WHIMPERING] Adam, let's go. Come on, Adam.

What kind of cash you make?

All right. The show starts in 45 minutes. You can make it in 45 minutes?

ADAM: Are you trying to hit on my sister?

She does not look like she wants to be bothered.

MIKE: No? JOANNA: Psychology.

MIKE: Hey, if you want, I could probably get Dallas' number for you.

I'm thinking of giving this routine to Tarzan, unless you want it.

- He's going to be fine, heh. - He's not okay.

Uh, you know, you hit buttons and you think that you know something about me.

BROOKE: I want to talk to you, man. Get the fuck out.

MIKE: All right, all right, all right.

We're fucking her, not taking her to dinner.

I told her. I didn't think she'd fucking come. Jeez.

MIKE: Mm-hm. - Mm-hm.

...so you can see with your very own eyes.

I don't even fucking care about a fucking grand. Who cares?

This is the Kid. Uh, he wrangled, like, nine sorority girls for us tonight...

- I'll talk to you later about it, okay? - Yeah.

ADAM: Is it mine? Fuck, yeah, it's mine.

KEN: All right.

RICHIE: Aw, shit. Sorry, bro. DALLAS: It's all right. Thanks.

Did you see your sister tonight?

What the fuck did you say, buddy?

He's starting this new life-coaching business...

[HIGH-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

You're going to owe me.

BROOKE: Oh, God, brother.

Kim, can you move back for me, please?

- Oh, yeah. The cougars will eat him up. - Yeah?

There are ways to clear these credit issues up over time, but--

...the star of the show, Mr. Magic Mike.

Is this our first fight?

- I'll give you 18. - Mm-mm.

- Hi. - Oh, hey.

I'm working on something, but it's not ready yet. It's not ready.

- Is that vintage? - Oh, I, um....