Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've done a lot of fucking damage here, pal.
- And Choda Boy! - Oh! This is so wonderful! Let's pray.
- That's nice. - Huuh!
Ah! Hey, hey, hey!
Joe, this really is crazy, but I think you might have been right.
Jizzmaster Zero!
guess there's no more...
Hi.
Twins! Take a break.
Surprise!
Hmm? You have no idea how much I've missed you, Lis.
Neither is Scott Baio Sancho. Frank Gifford, he's not Sancho.
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Wow, this is a much nicer apartment than I thought you'd have.
Yeah, boss? Who is that?
Is it enough so that we can get married in the temple?
Come on. Who's your little flower now? Lisa.
Tom Hung for Orgazmo.
Give it... Oh, give it to me, you big stud.
That's your line, Hung. Hey!
But are there people having intercourse?
Yeah, baby.
♪ Give it all you got to to fight to the top ♪
Well, look, you and I are both great martial artists, right?
- Come on. Come on, Hung. - Do I have to?
The Garden of Eden? Nice, huh? Look at me.
Dave, calm down. Yeah? Right. Sorry.
- That's right. - Okay, you're hired.
Oh, yeah. I think he's over there someplace or something.
Oh, yeah? Think you can use some of that pussy shit on me, man?
That's right, Choda Boy. And if you don't tell me where Orgazmo is,
I don't want to sound like a queer or nothin'
Right. You're Orgazmo.
Yeah, come on, boys. Let's get it on.
But... But what about me?
Oh, we'll get our punk asses out of your fish bar...
♪ Now you're a man a Manny, Manny, man ♪ ♪ A man ♪
I'm gonna blow her away.
No, not that! That feels good! Ow!
- Want to give it a shot? - How?
Hey, G-Fresh, I want you to meet Orgazmo here.
- Lisa, what... - Joe!
Say...
Young, Young, tongue, bung, hung. Hung!
♪ A man, man, man ♪
Look, Joe. I know how crucial you are to Orgazmo's popularity.
Hey, we're all normal people, man.
but I think fire is very romantic.
No, I... Maybe. My name's Joe.
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Do you understand what I mean?
♪ What makes a man Is it the power in his hands ♪
There is no escaping us orgszmo
Especially today. I mean, look at this party.
Natsuko and Haruko.
I really think history will describe Orgazmo better than I possibly could.
Oh, sorry. We are not open yet.
- Jesus. - Where?
Hey! This is private property.
he's gonna need a lot of help.
Lights on. Lights are on and stable, Captain.
Try this
Prepare da me your doo.
You see, Mr. Orbison, my-my fiancée came in from out of town, and everything just...
I think I'm gonna be sick. Yeah, she's great.
Yeah, he does. And that's why you and I need to do somethin'.
Oh, no, kid. You'll get a stage name. Oh, good.
You gonna sign the papers? Your mama!
Joe, come on. Can we please just talk about this some more?
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♪♪ You're an asshole.
You know, I don't wanna sound like a queer or nothin',
Curses?
Yeah, but I get plenty of action here. And I love every minute of it.
A movie? Like a Hollywood movie?
- Your turn, Choda Boy. - Right!
Hey, hey, leave her alone. Don't you fuckin' tell me what to do!
and look tough, you fucking pansy!
What the hell? G-Fresh, what happened to you, man?
Man, all I know is the little guys always get stepped on.
Oh, I want it so bad.
Whoo-hoo! Let's see some fuckin' action!
Orgazmo and Choda Boy.
Whoo!
Get off me Charles
Every day.
They're supposed to work in the next scene.
My doctor says now I have enough silicone in my body to kill a small elephant.
I told you I ain't gonna sign.
How can we ever repay you?
Hey, Mike. I don't think I'm gonna do right winger style anymore.
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Oh, Lisa, this is... this is Choda Boy. I-I mean, Ben. Hello.
Rizzmaster Zero
Come here.
Amazing. You made this thing, huh?
Hey, where are you and Lisa gonna have the wedding?
I can't. See, I have a fiancée. And if she ever...
I don’t wanna sound like a queer or nothing, but that’s a really nice haircut.
We look ridiculous.
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It was... It was really good meeting you, really good.
- But I... - You are Sancho!
You know, I have had enough of your poop, Mr. Orbison.