Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

No, we said there's no daiquiris and no rays.

[jazz music playing]

WE HAVE PEELED YET ANOTHER JUICY LAYER OF THE TYLER ONION.

Oh, right. Right, right, right.

And may I say, you are wearing the heck out of it.

Uh, all the way from outside... please welcome Cam something.

Not with trousers that tight around the crotch, you don't.

-Are you? -Yeah, I'm like a progeny.

-[guests laugh] -Ooh. May I? Thank you.

That man, he knows me.

I need to go on a little adventure, and I need a copilot.

-Uh, any advances on that? -Two thousand pounds!

Yeah. Twenty-five thousand.

[Rupert laughs]

Well, my initial plan was to hug you, but I just chickened out just now.

My wife and I once rented one of those tandem bikes on vacation a while back.

Used to be your club.

Only 'cause you RSVP'd no.

Well, I mean, everyone makes mistakes, but...

Hey, Ted. Uh, do you think Rebecca knows what the real Adele looks like?

Rupert was always very good at the public speaking part.

No, they didn't die until the rumble afterwards.

Hey. All right, now.

Apparently, they liked each other's moves.

-That's his new gal, Jane. -[Nathan] Oh.

-Come on, follow me. -[gags]

Or, at least, have lots to talk about on the way home.

Yeah, they met at his Friday night chess club.

Okay, I'll see you inside.

I think the little, like, orange clitoris thing is really freaky.

Course, if memory serves,

No, no, no. That's absolutely fine. It's not a problem. Let me just think.