Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't even go into a room called a fuck room
I'm at work. Somebody made a joke.
- I was not going to say that. - You know what?
- (cheering) - You feeling good?
You know, "Don't touch my fries, fuckstick."
- Bummer. - I know.
What about... what about her?
(dogs barking)
Two minutes on high. Yeah.
No, they're not common here. Thank God.
She's nice, you know?
Keep them drinking and get them into the fuck room.
Pants, get the pants.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
- How do you know? - Oh my God, guys.
do some scene study, a little cold read...
You get crazy. I'll be back with more bodies to...
ooh, ha.
- "What am I doing?" - No no no.
But she's nice, you know?
Um, I think so.
this thing might come together.
- Ahh! - Under the title "Jumping Boys."
Well, I mean after my divorce, but...
Let's not waste our lives denying our desires.
For the flow off the tits.
- Thank you for that, really. - (glass shatters)
No! Let's check our hang-ups at the door.
I mean, speaking as a member of the species...
Some bitter wannabe who's pissed from working
I really really seriously want to thank you.
- No. Not like that. - No?
(crowd cheering)
cluster them together.
congratu-fucking-lations.
I'm pouring them.
- Oh. - Shit.
So first, the lighting's way too bright.
- Whoo! - Close enough. Yes yes!
We only get one chance at this life, okay?
What's with all the hang-ups?
Uh, where would you like me to put it?
Both: Karate!
How did you not get that from the invitation?