Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ I'm yours ♪
- Ders, can you make some sounds, dude?
- Oh, my God.
[light applause]
- You're a dry guy?
- You need some love,
- [screams]
- I have an idea of how you can get back at your mom.
Panini are gettin' cold, brother.
- Well, there goes our nap time. - Yeah.
Try to get everything out.
- Oh, no. I'm not wearing underwear.
[bell clanging] ♪ Put my heart and soul in it ♪
- Uh, nearing zero. - We've got...yeah, none.
- Oh, I'm going to be the first one!
so, you know, get real.
- Wait a sec. - How do I look?
- You're kidding, right? That's your boyfriend, that guy?
What? He's, like, a five.
Your mom grounded you for the knife.
- Imagine what we'd get for a refrigerator.
- Well, pretty good, besides the fact
- You're being a child, and that's weird,
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
I'm sorry if we're real people.
'Cause if he's stock, I know he can lift.
- Can ya keep eggs in it?
It's gonna ruin it for everyone.
- Crushed and whole.
♪ Baby, I'm yours for the takin' ♪
[bell clanging] ♪ Crash and burn for you now ♪
[dog snorting, noisemaker toots]
Tara got that stingray coochie
- What? He got 20?
♪ Crack the whip for you now ♪
- That's a living room television.