Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You wanna fix me up with who? -Dr. Gibson. My dermatologist.
You must be the doctor. I'm Stanley. This is Billy.
-What is this? Ice cream is flirting.
Welcome to Butt Munsch.
And why have you sought my help, Michael?
And he's a grown-up.
The wedding announcements in The New York Times?
I mean, we have Pornhub now. And I haven't seen any red dots.
Oh, thank God.
My boyfriend left me, and I'm a little angry about it.
No, no, no, no, it's fine.
Me too.
He's accompanying me to Stanley's opening tonight. Great, right?
Should we let it rest for an hour?
to back to back, to back on back.
Wild.
All right, my turn.
Pro tip. Wear a pink shirt for some bounce.
If you don't count lesbians, which I do, since that's where I'm heading.
That's it? I'm done?
That model could have been your father. You have the same…
The guy, the forgiveness, the compassion. I'm right where I was.
I'm incredibly grateful I take after my mom.
No, no, no!
Oh, I think we're good.
-I bet she gets a kickback. -Pfft.
All right.
-I don't trust the universe that much. -Do you trust Google?
He's, like, gone. He's not in me anymore.
Yes?
It's porn.
It's a journey. No shortcuts.
Hey, Jack. What do you say you show me your place,
Oh my God. I know. It's crazy now.
I am supposed to be sitting on my couch watching TV
-Please tell me you're joking. -It was really sweet.