Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't thank you enough. .
Citrus Springs.
Did you see it?
Uh, me, please?
Heh, yeah, um, um....
Okay. All right, I'm not exactly....
No, I fucking....
Am I Magic Mike right now talking to you?
- You'd like that, wouldn't you? - Uh, yes, I would.
Let's go, heh.
I'm sorry that I fucked it up.
Okay. Cool.
MIKE: I ate a Kappa just like this. I ate a Kappa. I ate a Kappa.
Lockdown Magic Mike The Original
MIKE: Uh, he should be upstairs.
Uh, no. I'm, uh...
Ah, who's this?
So you're here to help us out?
That's an easy if, because he will be there.
ADAM: Is it free?
Waiting for our time to make our move, take our show global.
[MIKE CHUCKLES]
I am 21, yes.
I get it. I don't know how I fit into this whole mix, either.
Oh, it's 7 in the morning. I hate fun.
What was your name? I can't remember. What was it?
- Then why the fuck isn't she throwing up? - Whoo.
That did a good job, didn't it?
MIKE: Where is he?
But I'm going to be here.
I gave that, uh, college thing the college try. Didn't quite work out.
[CROWD CHEERING]
MIKE: Yeah. No, for sure.
Let's give it up for the Kid. Popped his cherry on-stage tonight.
I'm sorry. Are we fucking your reputation up?
No, no, no. You are coming too. Don't even try.
It's entrepreneur actually. It's, uh, French.
Fuck. Okay, dude. Hey.
America’s favorite neighbor
If you could wake up and do the one thing that would make you the happiest....
Paul?
ADAM: It's gone. - That's great.
MIKE: Fuck off. TOBIAS: I'm so sorry, primo.
All, uh, I'm asking for is a good deal.
ALL: What he got down low fits like a glove
[KEN AND TITO TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
Ladies, yeah, I'm talkin' to you
DALLAS: Come on. Everybody. Line up, line up, line up.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
Fourth of July, nuts-on-your-head wake-up call, let's go. Come on.
JOANNA: Okay.
Um, you are currently the manager of an automotive accessories business?
No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying she's a little uptight.
KEN: You're gonna fucking love this one. ADAM: Yeah.
Can't have a 19-year-old on the fucking street.
[SQUEAKS]
It's women, money and a good time.
...we will no longer be the Cock-rocking Kings of Tampa.
We were going to swing by IHOP on the way--
...I just need you to know that...
...tip you out at the end of the night...
I didn't mean to do that. I didn't want to fuck it up. I promised...
Custom furniture? So you must be really good with your hands.
Oh, my God. Come on, let's do one more. One more, come on.
Yeah, okay.
He said you would forego the credit check if I brought in a healthy down payment.
Uh....
Where are you from?
[WOMEN CHEERING]
I'll take care of him. You should stick around, though.
Entrepreneur/stripper? Stripper/entrepreneur?
He fucking did it too.
Ran into him at Ybor. Those two little pretty ones over there...
Heh, I don't know, man. Fucking like a hundred.
Big Dick Richie got a cock of gold
- Yeah? What's your name? - Kim.
I swear, I thought you were going to shit the bed, but you, heh, actually did it.
Behavior analysis.
ADAM: Brooke!
MIKE: Where's George and the guys?
I talked to your sister as you were dry-humping a girl, yes.
Oh, by the way, I got this for you. Uh, just for gas and shit.
So, what kind of rates am I looking at?
...giving you the cue before each act.
Oh, you're all right, man. You're all right.
They'd be running around in little rattlesnake diapers and shit.
What's the thing you came up to do?
Start right fucking now. Let's make it fucking count.
What are you looking at Dallas for? Don't. Look at them.
CARLA: You are a bad friend.
No.
And as you can see, he was due today.
A chip shot away. Fuck, yeah.
- Get out, Adam. - I'll be out in a minute, please. One sec.
BROOKE: Mike. - All right. Hold on.
SAL: They fucked me and took another gig last minute. So I got these guys.
I need you doing the sailor routine tonight. I got four tables of Navy wives stageside.