Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I'm doing Joan of Arc.
Oh, God, please shut up.
Right, like, I guess they could call her, like, Dame Judi Drench, right?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry I've been an asshole.
Yeah, even those you might not expect.
♪ Killin' this, a real go-getter ♪
at a Glouberman funeral.
I'll take the pickle.
I'm doing Harry Houdini, the emotionally fragile...
It's Doctor Glaserdisc to you.
-Oh, Jesus. -Mixed with a little pee-pee.
Okay, okay. Um, I know we're supposed to believe women,
What is the point of research papers?
It's like a motorcycle for the water, baby.
I don't do that kind of thing.
I have no camera, but here's a drawing of me with today's newspaper.
-from a dude with ear gauges.
♪ Come out and gay! ♪
Even to that email from Planned Parenthood.
Okay, well, when you're done hugging a ghost and his ass, I'll be in the car.
♪ My boo ghosts, but I don't need him ♪
and a bath faucet that really gets the job done.
Okay. So... All right, well,
I'm gonna do my report on Harry Houdini.
-Ugh. -And... a brand-new Jet Ski!
Bye, chill out, see you later. Oh.
-What are you talking about? -Adiós, I mean. Yo hablo español.
But-- but I think I'm just gonna head out?
-you're good. -Really?
Then show me, Maury. Show me my dick through your eyes.
Oh, dear Lord, the dick pics.