Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoa, it's a little early to start dropping J-bombs, don't you think?
There's a warning right there on the Scotch bottle.
As is the tradition, I've prepared a series of disrespectful jokes which generate humor...
...and I'm proud to say it was with this man right here!
This is a map of Pasadena, this is a list of local restaurants.
Oh, what about that tubby girl in the Sailor Moon costume at Comic-Con?
Then for Howie's relatives, we have antihistamines, antacids...
If there was a stripper, all you'd do...
Oh! Oh.
...and I have the bone density of an 80-year-old man.
Anything else about your past I should know?
I don't think that was helpful.
She was my second cousin.
...after you've had a snootful of this, laddie.
No hanky-panky, no strippers. Just the guys telling jokes.
Actually, Barry, we're not gonna have strippers tonight.
Look at that. In 30 seconds, we went from hiring women to being them.
- Oh. - ...18-karat gold.
So is the wedding still on?
Okay.
...or how to dress, or what was cool.
Not "who's gonna sit on who?"
So I hear you and the lost boys are having a bachelor party tonight.
Just a sweet little guy who lives with his mother.
Yes, yes, yes, he's a jolly good fellow. What time do the strippers arrive?