Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna-- I feel sick.

all over my body, you pervert. Yeah, man.

I don't see much of anyone since my son put me in this dump.

(All) Oh! Yeah.

It's like if Oscar Meyer's son was a vegetarian.

If I don't dance with this exquisite creature immediately,

But the new year is a chance

in the Otisville production of Dreamgirls.

Doctor, doctor.

are often fraught.

lets me come up for air.

You're stressed out. Your brother's here.

Yeah, it's not a murderer. It's just my little brother.

Fine. Okay, here we go.

Stop cracking his back.

Sometimes, they don't take those hunger game checks seriously,

so why don't you just skedaddle on out

Come on, Rishi! ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

Are you kidding me? Come on.

before you pursue this rap stuff?

♪ so you best wear your thong ♪

and let me soak up some of these righteous rhymes.

'Sup? I'm Mike, his son,

that I feel safe right now.

Whoa. Are you okay?

Wait, it's cool. I got drawers on.

Yep, just calm down.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Come on. She's a hot dish.