Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't you say a fucking word.

This boy's a tall lumpy, dumpy drink of water and we are thirsty.

When Andrew and I were in the city, we saw this hat

- Nick, are you drunk? - Psst!

- He's a head pusher. - He's a head pusher.

Are you serious?

Well, look who it is.

Oh, yeah, it's an Iranian film about a physicist

- It's all bullshit anyway. - Yeah. It is bullshit.

It's not like they make it anymore, Jessi.

Oh, no, I was a pig in a blanket.

You never told me you saw my mom cheating on my dad.

- Oh, my stomach hurts. - It's strong, right?

Friends, Romans, tech people,

Ah. This must be the famous Nick Birch.

Nothing, just, you know, my parents are officially the worst.

Actually, that is so you.

♪ Let us see your dick ♪

[applause track]

Big Mouth , that's the show, that's the show.

- What? - I saw you talking to The Machine.

- Come on, boys. - [squeaking]

with a ninth grade girl. You got to come over.

Mmm. Nothing like a first kiss.

Wow. You taste so much better than my bath mat.

- I see that. - Nick Birch, this is Picasso.

- [groans] - [laughs]

- Look at me, I'm drinking wine. - Nick.

Are you kidding? I'm just so jazzed you tongued me.

- [message chime] - Oh, Jessi.

- [alarm blares] - Holy shit, it's happening.

- Whose room is this? - Oh, this?

- Stop smiling. - I'm not smiling.