Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and some disinfectant powder, OK, it works sort of like a deodorizer...
# In askin' why I'm born I come up blank in the winter #
Hey, you don't happen to have a Baby Ruth on you, do you?
- Hey, Raza! - What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. How do I know you're telling the truth?
Potential future president, or unemployed pothead?
worst thing to hear from your crush
Why did I let my little baby go?
We're not even Muslim, you moron...
- That's just me. - Yeah? Well, I'm starting...
It's not fucking funny, Kumar. It's not fucking funny!
Raylene and I here are siblings, and we get it on.
# On a good thing #
God, it's been forever. What are you guys doing?
- Kumar? - Yeah.
Thank you so much for the hook-up.
Look at their faces!
- I've never had to suck a dick before. - Me neither.
- I really appreciate it. Thank you. - Please don't mention it.
It's your solution to everything, you know that?
This is where God took me. What are you guys doing out here?
This is our witness.
somethin'... Porch monkey, kike!
You were the one who made me drink that third beer.
# Let me tell you what they say when I'm pullin' off my drawers #
- Yep. - What the fuck?
Asshole!
Yeah, it is. I brought weed on the plane.
OMG!!
- You are benevolent human beings. - Yeah, I know.
Dude, I told you.
Really? I always liked toplessness. That's...
OK, OK. Harold and Kumar.
This is Vanessa. Vanessa, Maria.
Are you gonna tell me why you're here?
Sparkle, because it's all about what he wants. It's about him, him, him.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
I'm taking a glorious pee-pee.
Yo.
So, why are you guys headed to Texas?
Yeah, I done did that but it didn't work.
We're actually in Alabama right now, heading to Texas.
BIGBOB
Open the door and I will cut your fucking balls off.
# When I'm rollin' my Mercedes all the ladies wanna roll #
Do you get it?
Bye, Vanessa. Hope you feel better.
# They don't write no tickets #
What's up?
Poison gas POISON GAS!!!
I totally forgot what I was going to say.
Get off my set!
# And tonight this speaker is Reverend Rufus Johnson #
Depends who’s the bottom
Dude, I know I'm not calling Neil's parents.
You know. I don't even care because... You know...
- What? - I have the parachute!
I kind of like the first way better.
Help! Help! Help!
Now do you see why I hate you?
Well, it ain't a joke.
POISON GAS!
- Here? - Yes, sir.
assholes like us wouldn't exist.
Put that away. Put that away.
just because it was born with horrible deformities.
Well...
# Toca, toca, toca, toca, toca #
No. Although that would be incredible. He's my hero.
# Ooh wee #
The last thing that we want to do is criticize it or make it feel different...
Why did I let her go?
- What the... - Look what we got us here, brothers.
No. I'm sick of listening to this dirt farmer. What's the upshot?
Maybe he's got some family contact info in here.
- Thank you. Take care, thank you. - It's so nice.
Roldy was just letting me in on your situation.
- Wow, Raza's place is pretty sweet. - Kinda ghetto for Miami.
Who are you again?
Hey, flag down this car.
- No. Thanks, though. - No, thank you.
Inside this mechanism, I have actually made a little tiny, tiny fan...
Have you made AI before? Yeah, well, It's Fucking Exhilerating
Right. That's why they just broke out of prison.
Well, if you'd like some self-satisfaction...
Shit.
There was a Nokia 7710 taken from the console.
Shut your...
Yeah, I twisted my ankle. Kumar was just looking at it.
I knew they'd trip up.
- Listen, no, sit down. - Fuck me?
Well, now, you know, we also supply...
What's going on?
# Now play something for me, DJ, 'cause there's nothin' but love #
They're gonna fucking make us suck their dicks if we don't.
Line up in the chutes, girls.
I told you our friendship was at stake.
- Thanks again. - What nice people.
# So in the beginning there was hum from a poet #
- "The Square Root Of Three"? - No, no, I'm sorry...
- What the fuck? - That looks like Osama bin Laden's beard.
Ain't nothing gay about getting your dick sucked!
# So they defeat him, whatever spirit he's got, beat him #
- Good to see you. - So good to see you. I...
That's right.
I'm telling you, Jorge...
All right, cockmeat sandwich time. You know the drill.
You let me cheat off you in Advanced Accounting.
Dead. Or alive.
What are the odds?
Did you see that unicorn?
Man, somebody call the police. We need to report this.
Jesus. OK.
- Stop it. - I warned you, Neil.
- What about Neil, man? - No, fuck Neil. He just fucked us.