Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So your mirth is merely a discharge of nervous energy...
Bernie, wait.
...one iced tea...
- Oh, my God, what happened? - I don't know, I just got a text. Hurry.
- Did you talk? - Oh, sure.
- No, she wouldn't. - Your big problem is me telling her.
I'll give you $1000 if you'll drive me home.
Do you want me to spill hot soup on her?
Disagree.
Is it just me, or does she sound sexy when she's angry?
Oh, yeah, she's got puddles in all the right places.
Do you really want her telling the other one why?
They dressed up in leotards and goggles.
I had a pastrami sandwich. She had eggplant lasagna.
I'd like a seven-day course of penicillin...
What can I tell you, after I found the courage...
Doesn't matter. I'm the king of foreplay.
Here we go.
Don't worry, you'll be fine. Let's just hide Mr. Cross.
You mean, sexual intercourse?
Hope so. Course, if history is any indication...
Ma, I'm home!
Okay, you're not helping.
He takes the elf from off the shelf.
...and a root beer for Priya.
That's my water.