Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Nickels.
- Cece. - Oh. Hey. Just nothing.
They only nailed the crowd-control logistics of Bombay's open-air market.
MAN 1: These guys are weird.
[SINGING] Who's that girl?
A con man like: What's the play?
...and you came up with this plan. - We came up with this plan together.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Here you go.
NICK: Stop. - What are we gonna do with him?
We got your back, Pop-pop. Damn Pop-pop, man.
All right, look.
You gotta quit it with that. It's a little racist.
WINSTON: All right, Nick, we believe in you, man.
That mustache, first of all. What?
Dad...
- She's very sickly. - He. He.
Have you ever been to the racetrack?
What do you think about this? We get a three-person canoe.
You've been conned. God, I'm good.
But you insisted on coming here.
NICK: Oh, my God. - Yeah.
Horse semen, in Dubai, is gold.
CECE: What are you two doing here?
- I was meeting Pavun's uncle, Manish. SCHMIDT: Manish.
Feel like we're right there.
- What? - What?
[CHUCKLES]
That is Pavun.
- I just sweat like this when I'm lying. - Lying? Lying?
- Okay, yeah. - Cheers, broheem.
[INDIAN CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
...until our families meet.
When Nick is not working here, the service is abysmal.