Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me try again.
No, he has to work.
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
Or anywhere that's Asian.
But coupes are sexier.
Right. Oh, no, she's told me so much about you.
[Emily] I overpacked.
Maybe you should just tell Camille you're obsessed with her boyfriend. Sorry.
[rooster crows in distance]
Bus! Another club!
Water? Oh, we're in Paris, bitch.
Everything is new
[cell phone chimes]
[gentle instrumental music plays]
and it's old-fashioned, but so is my mother.
- What? - Yeah, you'll thank me later.
On a romantic bike ride to a picturesque country market?
[in English] You're just supposed to taste it, dear.
Should we run away?
No sleep!
♪ Like, like tomorrow doesn't exist ♪
So we'll make a game, and the first one to turn all the bottles
Really? Does she want to see our bins too?
My name is Gérard.
You're thinking of "université."
- Maman. - Well, that's, uh, the goal, someday.
Well, you wouldn't come to Shanghai, so we've had to bring Shanghai to you.
Maybe you should just tell them.
I think you're overreacting. We can be friends.
[in English] Oh, my God. Um… hi.
- Oh, you're my sister's friend? - Emily.
He's stubborn.
- Gérard! - [Gérard] Bienvenue.
to deliver pleasure.
- Ready, set, go! - [group clamoring]