Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't remember that night.
Ooh.
Frank and Artemis were sitting at the bar...
You wanted sex from me but you got sex from Dennis!
you know, 'cause of the stupid Twilight movie and all that other crap.
He was about to get his ass kicked by that giant dude.
I got milk all over me!
but I didn't really give a shit, because despite looking like a cartoon bricklayer...
I didn't tell you which night yet.
Jesus, man, I'm sorry. Fine, I'll call her.
Mac, help me, please! I need you!
Help me please I need you!
Delightful
You know, I want to call her an emu...
I had a tremendous amount of douchebag blood all over me
I remember that night well.
- Mac's the dad! Chant with me. - No -
It's certainly gonna be a lot better than sticking around the bar all night...
some kind of a commotion at the other end of the bar.
So here's what I remember from my brown state.
Damn it. I was hoping I wouldn't have to admit this, but I guess I have to tell you.
and I just finalized a delicate truce with them.
- Uh, I don't think so. - "Oh, I don't think so."
you guys don't actually think that things are going to come alive...
That you banged the peacock chick is not the mystery.
Hmm.
- Yeah. - Well, you know...
- No? - That's not the way it happened.
You guys have been obsessing about this all night.
Now, whether that means Charlie running into his ancient spirits...
You thought it was me 'cause you wanted sex from me! But you got sex from Dennis!
That's good, right? And then the second great thing for you...
Dee was clearly on a warpath...
You can try me, but I will not promise you anything.
Knowing that Charlie was the weakest...
Woof, woof. She wears it very well.
Oliver, help me please, I need you
I suppose I do recall a few bits and pieces.