Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[groans] -I felt like a lonely soldier,

[Duke] It all clicked in that moment.

-[door slams] -Oh, don't feel bad for me.

that seven dollars you owe me?

No, too late, Jay, you put all your money on Crumbum.

No, uh-uh. I want you as close as possible this summer.

to watch you copy and paste your report from my Wikipedia page.

-What is this? -It's ragtime, Edward.

whose leg faced the wrong way.

You can't see or hear me, but I too am a big fan.

[scattered applause]

I felt torn between my family back home and my freedom.

back in this time, which is now.

Well, it was a different time back then.

A poon tune. A quim hymn. A nasty set to make 'em soppin' wet.

Well, I should leave for the march. Look, I made my own vagina bonnet.

as the transition from slavery to the prison-industrial complex.

-Oh, yeah, what happened with that? -I think it's gonna be Papa John now.

Oh, my God, I wanna hear about that.

-Whoo! -[laughs]

-Ain't that right, ladies? -[giggling]

Huggin' and rubbin'. You know, a crotch-warmer.

A what-in' and what-in' song?

I got a nice half-sour under here, hon.

♪ Your cookies are the talk Of the neighborhood ♪

Here, smoke, don't talk.

It's called foreplay.

Before I tickled the ivory, I tickled my ebony.

which I guess is useful if you want to be a great musician.