Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Every asshole on South Street's wearing a T-shirt with an ironic slogan on it.

I'm not pregnant. It was a test.

- He's playin' mind games, dude. - I wanna leave.

You're not drunk! Stop saying that!

Yeah, I don't know that they're gay.

- They're tribal. Oh, they're trib- I'm sorry. What tribe are you from?

- Hey, there. - Hi.

You can't have this kid. I'm way too young, and I have a little bit of an alcohol problem-

I don't- I don't think so.

- What? - Yeah. Do you see that, um...

No. I feel nauseous. I think I'm gonna go. I'm gonna run.

You're gonna burn in hell!

- [Pool Cues Clattering] - You've gotta get that blood test, dude.

- No. I'm just here for moral support. - Yeah, we're not-

- Are you still on this kick, dude? - Yeah, you know, Den...

- Oh, my God. - Go talk to her.

- Oh, my God! - Ow!

I can't do this! Tommy's not your son.

Nobody wants to hear that

- Wanna go to the park, Tommy? - I don't care.

- Yeah. - Great.

All right. I'll see you in a second.

- Get lost, breeder. - Oh, okay.

So, do you come to these kind of things often, or-

When did she have this kid?

Uh, Mac, what's God's stance on blood tests?

Well, dude, you gotta meet the kid. I mean, you gotta find out for sure.