Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

"Fill bar with sand. Roast wild pig.

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

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

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

Ha! Pitting two pig dealers against each other.

- Why not? - A keg exploded.

We ought to do something nice for him.

Tequila, Soda & lime?

Well, that's lame.

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

Oh, shit! Level three, son!

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

Ooh, this seems like a whole lot of work.

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

Oh, yeah. Frank. I know that bitch.

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.

Ah, so you come crawling back

Oh. Sorry, guys.

Go bash 'em up, buddy.

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

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

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

Happy birthday? Oh.

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

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