Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We came here to see the lights.
- You done? - Mm-hm.
- Does she always talk to you like that? - Kind of.
Me too.
You're being serious?
What up, Mrs. Miller?
Oh, my God! Yes! Yes!
Thank you.
I'm sorry, I have to get you something better.
- You like dressing up like Santa? - Sexy Santa.
Hey, what are you doing in here?
They need... I'm gonna put the toner in the machine.
- It doesn't make sense to me. - Nick, we don't got time for this.
You're welcome.
I hope you appreciate I have kept eye contact with you whole time...
You're so off topic. You're missing the point.
but you can't take it.
So, what'd you get Paul?
- Why are you guys hugging? - Just guy-talking.
- Okay, cool, I'll be LeBron. - You found him!
I don't want to call Wednesday "hump day."
Come on, Paul!
- What is your ATM code? - Four-two...
- Thank you. - Yeah.
And, um, all I got you was...
- It's just not how I feel. - All she's asking is slow it down a bit.
- Let's go. We should go. - No, we don't...
Well, I guess I'm gonna have to be Sexy Santa next year.
You spend all this time to show off and do it, so show off, you got an audience!
Don't do the photo. No pictures. - So cute.
Hard to argue with that logic, but just tell him.
Oh, a menorah. Judaism, son.
- It's Christmas. Don't break up with her. - It's okay, Nick.
which was horrible.
I will pay you a lot of money. Let's go.