Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[CHUCKLES]
A con man like: What's the play?
You've been conned. God, I'm good.
We got your back, Pop-pop. Damn Pop-pop, man.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- I was meeting Pavun's uncle, Manish. SCHMIDT: Manish.
- I just sweat like this when I'm lying. - Lying? Lying?
CECE: What are you two doing here?
Dad...
...until our families meet.
That mustache, first of all. What?
[SINGING] Who's that girl?
...and you came up with this plan. - We came up with this plan together.
Have you ever been to the racetrack?
- What? - What?
NICK: Oh, my God. - Yeah.
They only nailed the crowd-control logistics of Bombay's open-air market.
Hey, Nickels.
WINSTON: All right, Nick, we believe in you, man.
MAN 1: These guys are weird.
That is Pavun.
Feel like we're right there.
Horse semen, in Dubai, is gold.
- Cece. - Oh. Hey. Just nothing.
You gotta quit it with that. It's a little racist.
NICK: Stop. - What are we gonna do with him?
All right, look.
But you insisted on coming here.
When Nick is not working here, the service is abysmal.
What do you think about this? We get a three-person canoe.
Here you go.
- Okay, yeah. - Cheers, broheem.
- She's very sickly. - He. He.
[INDIAN CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]