Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The rest of our attention is back at the offices of Fartbook,
Who, Garrett? And Jarrett.
I'm just pushing a button. It doesn't mean anything.
Stick you's together and you're just stuck.
Got a bit banged up after work the other day...
How we gonna fuck this Pig?
Mmm... What about Boots?
Not to be impolite, but you're the only one who thinks so.
Hey! Hey!
Today, Fartbook is dead.
You know what, there's two things I don't like about you, and it's your face.
No ads then.
Should be playing your cards close to your chest.
send it out to a test audience, before it goes live.
Hmm. I'm not friends with everyone.
JONESY: Katy! What is this fucking gong show?
you'll be crying for your mother, you fucking asshole.
Fuck, I could watch kids fall off bikes all day, I don't give a shit about your kids.
You know what Dad would say... Plant the corn. Get her goin'.
It's like Christian Mingle, but for farts.
without making a few sharts.
GLEN: Sad face, sad face, angry face.
It's not why we invented it. (SCOFFS)
I'm talking about Fart culture, Stewart. It's all the rage.
We've summoned you here today to talk to you about your Fartbook profile.
Never heard it called that. Heard it called spunking one or two times...
What's wrong with my van? More than a coat of paint.
No. Sending annoying messages to people
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Who is it, Dan? Um, Stewart.