Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fricking cake, dudes.

That's right, Nick. Goo.

What the hell was that?

You know what? The dance is surprisingly sexual for a children's cracker.

Earlier, when I gave you the cookie I heard: "I don't think about you."

You should see the other guys.

You judge me for being a model. You always have.

What do you mean?

Don't worry! I'm here!

She drink too much. She puke, puke, puke.

Cake on your face. Cake all day.

Now, if you don't mind. Good night.

I can take my glasses off.

You gave me a cookie, I gave you a cookie.

You realize I say good night to you every night and you never say good night back?

The hybrid gets 47 miles to the gallon, so you'll be filling your tank less. When you do...

- Eye shadow, man. - Oh, that's makeup?

I'm a human being and I'm entitled to my emotions!

- It was 7th grade! - I've been like this since 7.

If I could give you that cookie back, I would.

It is just pointing at stuff, but it's... It's hard. Why is it so hard?

I thought we weren't talking. Why are words coming out of that stupid hole in your face?

The Ford Fusion is designed to be environmentally conscious.

I know how much you love cookies. I saw it there and thought, I'm going to buy him that.

And to be honest, Jess, it scares me.

It's official. We gotta turtle-proof this loft.

How did you guys become friends?

I can't believe I have to deal with models just to be with Cece.

...and I'm going for promising ballerina turned street walker.

- On the spinning platform. - Yeah, I can't do that.

It's all smooth in the groove. Mellow, man.