Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Will you tell him for me that I, uh?
- I'm ready. This is good. JESS: This is really exciting.
I'd be Brad Pitt. You'd be the crafty Asian fellow who does the, uh, flippies.
Oh, okay. Um...
I only dread the day that we defeat all the Indians...
He's all out of quarters.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
This is pretty much your basic, uh, brokenhearted spying thing.
- I found this beautiful horse, gorgeous. - Right.
What I can say is that one arranged marriage did take place today.
- What's the catch? - What catch? There is no catch.
- What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
- You look cold. I'm gonna give you my pants. - Don't want them.
Are you...? You're having an orgy here? This is a big Indian orgy?
- You really seem to care about little Nicky. - I mean, look at him.
Ten more guys and a plan, we'd form an Ocean's 12.
Nick only sweats if there's lying involved. And there's not lying involved, is there?
I haven't done laundry in five months.
- Are you still in love with Cece? - Ha, ha. No, that's... Yes. I am.
- Tell me you didn't give him money. - That's a funny story.
Let's go, guys. These hats suck.
[BABBLING AND GRUNTING]
That is so surprising.
- [WHISPERS] Yes. Conned. - Shh.
"Chica go Bills" is, uh, actually Spanish for "Young girl, go Bills."
It's gonna be you. You're the one that's gonna die.
If his life depended on this, he would die.
He's a businessman, what are you talking about?
Oh, my God, he's with Jess.
This is what I'm thinking. I use my superior powers of manipulation...
How many times did I have to repeat the words "lemon drop shot"?