Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[man 1] Sorry about that, sir. -[man 2] Sorry, sir.

I think maybe we should go home.

Right, 'cause they're all assholes. Yeah, that makes sense.

Oh, fine, I'll turn around.

Huh. It must've shrunk in the dryer a little.

[pubic hair] Shut the fuck up, Nick! Kill him.

[toilet flushes]

-My womb broom? -Womb broom! Your mustache.

-Yeah, he's a rapist. He raped a child. -No, but I didn't give you a lewd.

And she doesn't understand that you're 40 and a celebrated magician...

And you like him! Why you like a little weirdo?

I don't want to lose you.

This is just like a Roman Polanski situation.

No bragsies but, you know, I'm special.

No, I'm just trying to understand what's going on with my body.

You can stop your crying. Jay's back.

Holy Stromboli! I can't believe we're only losing by one point.

[exhales] Jay, it's time to go home.

What?! And let your mom win? Never!

use your thumb.

-Who's not a pillow? -I'm not a pillow.

That is a pillow.

Scorpion, you take care of your mom out there.

-Hey, daddy. -What is that?

-You're the man. -What the hell is that?

[Diane] Oh, sweetheart.

Hey, is there something like that, but for pubescent boys?

took some clothes, and didn't come home last night?

I know. Maybe we should just use our cunning?

-No! -So then do it.

And you're also the man, too, as well.

That's what I did, even though I'm violently lactose intolerant.

And I can't tell you about it because you'll think I'm crazy,

Or maybe they drank a ton of milk.

[sighs deeply] Are we just a couple of freaks?

Sounds like a classic runaway there, ma.

I'm saying, like, I'm psyched.

I'm gonna fucking kill-- Let me through, please. Let me fucking through!