Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. Tongues feel weird.
Her eyes are darting back and forth,
I regret one fight I had with my saxophonist, Studs Dupree.
-No shit? -[cackling]
Love you, Nicholas. Love you. And you, too, Andrew.
I'm sure Andrew and his parents have had very similar conversations.
Poor kid. You know, when I was Nicky's age
Either way they gotta start playing defense.
Bruh, I can't believe the dance is the same night as the Knicks game.
[slurping]
-Nah. -Are you streaming that?
-and it was big and hairy. -Yeah, so?
That weasel bailed on you. He's such a slippery little shit.
I've got this beautiful family, a gorgeous home,
-Andrew... -Yeah?
my brothers aren't gonna make you poop in a litter box again.
-Sure, no problem. -Ahem.
Sorry, bro, she wants a real man.
-♪ What? ♪ -No! Get away! Stop it!
can make you feel a thousand feet tall.
Andrew hasn't been over since the night of the penis,
I don't know, go to Panera, split a bread bowl?
[Jessi gurgles] Uh! Tongue.
[grunts]
and then barf him out because they're bulimic.
You're just some hormone monster my brain created.
"[I Don't Wanna Grow Up" playing]
lives in a joke of an apartment near the airport.
-Guys, please, stop! -Gimme a break.
Okay, anyway, I think I have something in my mouth.
-[bangs] -[whimpers] Ooh!
Oh, shit, my phone.
[thumps] Ooh! Ow! Sorry.
Dude, I'm allowed to go to the dance with whoever I want.
-[sighs] -What happened to you?
Go away. You are not real.
[Hormone Monster, Coach] ♪ The way you look tonight ♪
-Oh, thank God. -There is no God.
I get it, Jessi, I'm an idiot.
You nervous about your big date?
-What? -He's gonna get fingered.
Do that curbing thing where you stick his teeth on the edge of a curb
We'll probably just go home and grade papers.
Huh.