Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, I'm just... I'm learning a ton.

- Tire iron. Tire iron. - Are you lying? You're lying.

What possible catch can there be? I just want you to make a bet.

- Another Indian guy? - My mom set me up.

And sure enough, there is a tick at the end of his little penis.

No, my name is not Jameel, it is Nick! You know that.

Harold Hill. Heh.

...wrapped in duct tape...

- We could self-immolate. - I feel like we're so close.

- That's all I got. I don't know what else. - I'd say Trojan horse...

- With chopsticks. - What?

- A potato? - You're the dumbest boy in the world.

When Nick was a kid, he'd come with me all the time.

- You have elephant tacos. - Who eats elephant tacos?

- I'm a little broken, heh. - No, no, no.

- In this economy? - We could go on a hunger strike.

- Thirty years? - I'm not a successful adult.

- We're just... - Yeah, you know...

- So, what do you think? - Terrible horse.

And so, Nickels comes in screaming, "Daddy, Daddy."

If I got in trouble, he would get me out of it by doing the Sugar Ray.

Ah, don't worry about him.

Are you angry at me about something, Little Penis?

Oh, your mom. That's cool. Have with your Devs and your Anujs...

Take off your pants, take off your pants!

- That's a good point. - Just wait for one hour.

- A very big sock. - I got it.

- My dad owes you money? How much? - Three, 400. Like 1100 bucks.