Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐Doing what? ‐Sorry. You're right.

I could do this job drunk, sober, juggling.

♪ Sharpener's calling me again... ♪

Okay. Yeah, I'll take this one.

Yeah, security, this is Bzzzzzzzzzz.

You can have some cake.

Everything's not always about you.

‐but you leave no choice. Okay. ‐What are you doing?

or should I really do that?

‐Hi. ‐(chuckles)

Ah, you know, my sister's

Is that your New York apartment in one bag?

‐call it a party bus if it doesn't have a stripper pole. ‐Sam...

♪ Fresh fitted on the one‐two ♪

of your skank cake. (laughs)

♪ Rhythm I jam on a fish stick, played‐out gimmick... ♪

‐Okay, Sam, you... ‐I would never have a slice

‐Get out... Sam. ‐Let me tell them the truth.

‐Nope. ‐That kid sucks.

the best deal you'd ever seen, I wouldn't be

But don't judge me for having some wine at night,

‐Oh, no. Sam. Hey, Sam. Sammy? ‐Oh, wait.

Some‐some fast math.

SAMANTHA: I followed you on Instagram.

you're going straight to jail.

♪ 'Cause it won't end up going your way ♪

♪ My Z‐O‐D told me we don't match today ♪

that turned into a Class A misdemeanor.

‐Mm. ‐Oh, I guess I can just email you, right?

‐because she was my friend. ‐This isn't about Brit.