Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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