Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Throwin' money on her Fifties, hundreds ♪

of who I could be.

[moaning] Oh, yeah.

-Who? -Oh, come on, Sash.

♪ I said, "Fuck you" I knew I'd be on, yeah, yeah ♪

You are a fucking goddess.

[Cooper grunts]

I like helping people, but...

[grunts] Jesus.

who had to get out of bed at 7 a.m. and go to work would.

Your friend said you might need a ride.

Maybe we should get married.

[chuckling] What do you wanna show me?

But I can get that feeling again.

And you own a record label,

We're playing hooky, off to Radio City.

-Let me worship at your throne. -Ooh.

♪ Dripping down my body ♪

-[Billie] Wait, what are you doing? -Do you want me to stop?

[Billie] Oh, sorry.

[Brad] No accent?

In the city? Okay-- Okay, no one drives in the city.

I'm sorry. Didn't you have the--? The girls night in tonight?

It's not some elusive high I'm chasing.

I'm sorry, babe.

-I can be late. -Oh. [chuckles]

Missed you, buddy.

But Cooper sucked me in with his "change the world" hoo-ha.

Not exactly, no. I own a record label that's trying to sign them.

I'm sorry, but I just-- I can't.

-I'm not. -Cooper is such a good guy.

Like I just need, like-- It's...

So let me guess.

and do it all over again.

[dance music playing over speakers]

Open the goddamn door, Billie!