Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[laughing hysterically]
She's just a friend, Jessi. Okay?
-Ugh, I sucked today. -You did great, man.
A lot of daughters end up on Brazzers.
Huh? Who said that?
-[pubic hair 1] Don't you dare! -Everybody shut up!
-[man 1] I'll kill you. -[man 2] Not if I kill you first.
How about my diploma? Do you wanna move in with my wife?
Oh, you read about it online.
-you moron shitbag. -What?
You're doing awesome.
-Jay didn't die. -You noticed I was gone? Yes!
Wait. You're coach Steve's hormone monster, too? But he's a grown up.
Our point, Jessi...
-dribbles the ball up the court. -Andrew! Get in the paint!
And Edgar's main business is window tinting, by the way.
Bar-tending college. It's a three-week program.
No, I could never give my consent to a 40-year-old man.
It's not like I haven't been washing your penis for years.
What are you gonna do?
-I am not a psycho! -[door closes]
I thought we had fun together.
-The kid's a little weirdo. -Yeah, he's nuts.
-Oh, boy. -Yeah, fuck me.
Who lives on the other end.
Hey, you know what? Maybe you should be the doctor.
Nah, man, I love you, brother.
Well... good luck, Jay.
Marty, I'm feeling guilty about waxing Andrew's lip.
My pube!
Why is she saying this in front of everyone?
Hey! Coach Steve! You're a shitbag!
-You don't need to tell me. -You know what?
Yeah, and like so moldy?
With feelings!
-What the hell is wrong with me? -You're going backwards,
Where is our girl?
-You should carry a gun. -What'd you say?
[man 1] Fifteen seconds left.
-You are the doctor. -I'm not--
-[man 2] You sound like a psycho. -I took that test,
You're freaking out my very serious girlfriend!
-But I like your instinct. -Oh!
that could cut glass.
Oh, honey. No, no, no, no.