Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Finally got some action around here.

ADULT ADAM: My mom was dead set on bringing Erica back to her old self.

so you could throw your own disco inferno?

and I couldn't care less.

I'll show Chad. I'll show everyone!

I just want you to teach me some tennis.

What, were you at dance camp? Something to do with music?

Oh, that's the other Erica Goldberg in school.

ADULT ADAM: That's the thing about growing up.

Yeah, that's what I bring to the table.

All right, everybody, I want you to join me

But we both know it's not.

Time for you to face my fury.

and all Erica wanted to do was hide from everyone in a dark theater.

ADULT ADAM: It was Valentine's Day, 1980-something,

ADULT ADAM: And boogie she did.

Adam. Adam, please.

Yeah, we want the Erica from the last three years.

ADULT ADAM: He was talking about an '80s neon-clad tennis God

I'm basically Andre Agassi's twin. I even got the hair.

Honestly, it's not.

Yo, guys, you coming or what?

More than you will ever know.

Think you can keep spazzing out in an embarrassing way?

Killer party, Erica.

There's no make-your-own-s'mores buffet.

Yep, we'd been making movies together since we were kids.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Whatever it's called, it was bad. (CHUCKLING) Really bad.

Serve the damn ball.

Barry, my handsome and powerful brother, I need your help.

I'll do better. Service!