Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and doesn't have to put on PornHub to have sex.
What are you doing, Nick?
[sighs deeply] It's hopeless, Duke.
Jay, wait. The truck driver...
a squirrel of a boy dribbling the ball across half-court.
Do you remember when that fish stick fell behind the fridge,
Andrew, can I talk to you for a sec?
It felt like you were molesting yourself, you tiny little pervert.
-No! -And I'm not interested in that.
♪ You never feel bigger ♪
Yeah, you really pulled a rabbit out of a hat on that one.
Be a big man, Andrew!
Huge guys get brain damage.
-Hey, the Fab Five! -Fab Five?
-[shutter clicks] -[retching]
they'll find her faster than when it's Milk-Bone day.
Is that what you want, you little crotch toddler?
-You're embarrassing the family. -[groans]
[gasps] You're gonna be one of those weak women who goes for bad guys
Hey, decent shot, Nicky.
Andrew, get your head back in the game.
but nobody called me a name.
Hey, you know what you should do?
[chuckles] Okay, I jinxed it. That one's on me.
-Hey, Andrew. -Oh, hi, Missy.
-Jesus! -Help, Maury.
It's not working.
Silence him forever!
Dude's a half-wit.
-Nothing. -Is that a pillow from the motel?
with a white gold Rolex?
I think we should just go out there,
-Really? -Suzette was in a really bad situation.
[all giggling]
Don't apologize. None of this is your fault.
It was repulsive. I couldn't eat.
We don't have enough money for the check. Why'd you order Hungarian meatballs?
Andrew! Get in the paint!
-All right, bye. -But I'm not white.
They're all sweaty and slimy to the touch.
Easy there, Dr. Engle.
-and my bath mat. -Oh, God!
For some reason, now I'm starving.
and he sells out football stadiums,
You're special, too, Nick.
Ooh, tough one.
[bell ringing]
Hey! Knock it off!
I don't know where she gets these flowers.
You're the man baby, Steve.
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Hey, just to be clear,
-I'm gonna be a tiny loser forever. -Enough of that!