Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's gonna be you. You're the one that's gonna die.
Will you tell him for me that I, uh?
Let's go, guys. These hats suck.
- Tell me you didn't give him money. - That's a funny story.
Oh, okay. Um...
- You look cold. I'm gonna give you my pants. - Don't want them.
He's all out of quarters.
- Are you still in love with Cece? - Ha, ha. No, that's... Yes. I am.
- I'm ready. This is good. JESS: This is really exciting.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
How many times did I have to repeat the words "lemon drop shot"?
- What's the catch? - What catch? There is no catch.
This is pretty much your basic, uh, brokenhearted spying thing.
What I can say is that one arranged marriage did take place today.
I only dread the day that we defeat all the Indians...
Are you...? You're having an orgy here? This is a big Indian orgy?
- [WHISPERS] Yes. Conned. - Shh.
If his life depended on this, he would die.
That is so surprising.
Nick only sweats if there's lying involved. And there's not lying involved, is there?
Oh, my God, he's with Jess.
- What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
This is what I'm thinking. I use my superior powers of manipulation...
- You really seem to care about little Nicky. - I mean, look at him.
He's a businessman, what are you talking about?
- I found this beautiful horse, gorgeous. - Right.
[BABBLING AND GRUNTING]
"Chica go Bills" is, uh, actually Spanish for "Young girl, go Bills."
Ten more guys and a plan, we'd form an Ocean's 12.
I haven't done laundry in five months.
I'd be Brad Pitt. You'd be the crafty Asian fellow who does the, uh, flippies.