Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, Charlie, when we thought it was your birthday...

Happy birthday? Oh.

- Do what you do best. - All right. Thanks, guys.

And I'm assuming the teeth are fake, yes?

- Oh, let's go. - Oh, yeah, we should take that as a sign, right?

Oh, shit! Level three, son!

Guys, come over here. This is bizarre, okay?

Oh. Sorry, guys.

Hey, guys, the management needs everybody to get out...

- Mother pus bucket! - You piece of shit! You broke my wall!

We have to throw a party for Charlie. It's so simple.

This isn't about us. Let's not be cynical. Let's do what the kid wants.

Ooh, this seems like a whole lot of work.

Tequila, Soda & lime?

Oh, yeah. Frank. I know that bitch.

Ah, so you come crawling back

- And so, surprise. - That was a good shirt.

Well, that's lame.

"Fill bar with sand. Roast wild pig.

Go bash 'em up, buddy.

- Why not? - A keg exploded.

Ha! Pitting two pig dealers against each other.

It mashed right into it. We all thought he was gonna lose it.

We ought to do something nice for him.

Mr. Duncan, we were wondering if you could come to a surprise party for Charlie.

Are you hearing this? Are you hearing this?

- Got the meatball. - Sit down!

- If we can't do that, what does that say about us? - You're right.