Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yes, sir. - Fucking worked, whoo!
You are fulfilling every woman's wildest fantasies. All right?
So you don't believe anything that I've said to you?
You got to not wear tennis shoes, bro.
WOMAN: That storm is crazy, huh?
Ooh, aah. Ooh, aah.
Come on. Come here. Come on.
You don't want to look like him, do you?
BROOKE: Oh.
No.
Kid, you ready for the big time, huh? You ready for the big time?
Yeah.
- Five dollars a pop. - Come here.
I guess. I guess.
No 20s?
Here. Here.
- Heh, what's going on? - What's going on, bro?
He left me weird-sounding voice messages, sounded fucked up.
I don't care. Have you never talked to a girl before? Just go talk to her.
And questions are off-limits, I guess?
See? You heard it from her. I'm just saying.
Benny
- Then what are you doing? - Heh, taking off my clothes.
...and not get in trouble...
Gone.
George, dude, I got one. I'm sorry. I know, I know.
BROOKE: No, I'm sorry. I'm going to dinner.
Who do we have to fuck to get a fucking drink?
- Good to see you. - You too. How are you?
TARZAN: Whoa, I get it.
- You ready? - Yeah.
[COUGHS]
Bang. A six-shooter for you. There we go.
[KEN SIGHS]
Uh, let's talk about something else, you know.
[NATIVE AMERICAN THEMES PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Uh, I have, uh, six weeks until I'm....
I can try to jump you off if you want, but it's not the battery.
DALLAS: Tarzan.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
I mean, we do offer relief programs...
So the last thing I need is a teenage liability fucking my future up.
...but I can look back in 20 years and look at the shit that we've done together, man.
DALLAS: If everybody can quiet down a second here.
MIKE: Motherfucker.
...you've been doing at home.
I, uh....
Fuck. Damn, that was crazy shit.
What about romance?
MIKE: What's up?
Never kiss the girls, Kid. That's Performer 101.
You are the one-night stand, that free fling of a fuck...
Tsk, thank you. That's actually the idea. Mike's Custom Furniture Concepts.
- She's a dinner type, is what I'm trying to say. - Oh.
[TOOTS HORN]
Uh, you know, ah, industry referrals.
You know how I feel about wearing a fucking tie.
- You drive me around. - I can pay for my own gas.
MIKE: Hey. Come here.
MIKE: Hi.
Stick it. That right there is like hitting the G-spot, every single time.
- Is that a tattoo? - Yeah.
Like a hundred, or a hundred? That's a grand.
[PEOPLE IN RESTAURANT CHATTERING]
I got him.
- Hey, you Sol? Sal. Adam. - Sal.
- Really? - Yeah.
So, what am I supposed to do in there?
On the stage. Thousands of women.
You got your ID on you?
Tell me about being an entrepreneur.
We keep getting complaints of noise and underage drinking.
Over sad! Now stay out!
Okay. Maybe we'll come.
It was good to see you.
- Mm-hm. - So it's summer break, correct?
The moon is just a chip shot away, brother, heh.
DALLAS: Where the fuck is he?
[SHOUTS] Penelope.
Wouldn't you like to know?
Plus, I don't exactly sport-fuck my brother's stripper friends.
Okay, if you decide you want to share...
Whoo! It's a fucking revival.
ADAM: Why do you have that?
I love where your head's at. You're focused.
DALLAS: All right, all right. Let's give it up for the Kid, huh?
It's a relief program, so--
Right? So you felt it too? What? Just, what?
Come on.
ADAM: I don't know what the fuck it is.
Adam was...
[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE]
This is Herman.
[GUNFIRE ON SPEAKERS]
Y'all ready to rock a little and fucking rein them in?
[CHUCKLES]
- Wow, 13. That's a lot of ones. - Heh.
You are a bullshit, 30-year-old male stripper.
ALL: Ho, ho, ho, ho.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, fuck, yeah, we're doing this, man. This is our time.
MIKE: Just tell them if they want to get into this...
ADAM: You don't understand. - I love you.
Aren't you supposed to be at the show?
What are you doing breaking into my house?
- This is not a fucking joke. - Heh.
RICHIE: It was loke 25 percent dancong, 50 percent marketing.
BROOKE: Watch yourself. MIKE: All right, heh.