Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You choose it, you dooze it.
You know, tweak some things?
- He probably had an okay reason. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I think he's saying tuxedo. - Tuxedo?
This is who I've become, isn't it?
Can I take your jacket?
There was no such thing as nitrotrinadium
It's easy. You just mash two things up together
Coming to you from the heart of the Bayou.
From Lougle Mansion.
Dude, it looks amazing.
ALL: Yeah!
Somebody's grumpy 'cause they got murdered.
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)
Dude, where the fuck are we going?
Listen, you are a key part of this operation, Jacob.
JILL: Fuck me, Uncle Lou! LOU: Whoa! Whoa! Hold on!
Lou had to fuck your wife in the future,
'Cause if we went back in time, you'd be alive.
Or at least arrest someone.
The honorable Judge Lou Dorchen presiding.
Okay? Don't do it. 'Cause guess what?
with specifically heated water in a specialized basin,
Even though this is completely ridiculous
- Mommy? - No, I'm not your mommy.
You're fucking crazy, Lou.
Yeah, it's a smart car.
(LAUGHS)
All I know is that hot tub made me a king.
Come down fucking rich. I mean, how did that happen?
who burst onto the world stage out of nowhere
I tried to call you, like, a hundred times.
That pesky little doggie eat it?
(ALL LAUGHING)
So what that tells me is
(GASPING)
He got the jump on me.
(LAUGHS) Yeah! Yeah.
ADAM: It's a genius invention.
You thought wrong.
Huh. Nothing's really changed.
When we were carrying you after you got shot,
Really slow!
No, it was a book called Predestiny.
What are you doing up there?
(SNORTING) Oh, shit!
Uh, me and Jill, not me and you guys.
And no one likes you
I'm pretty sure that's never been the case at all, ever.
You don't look anything like either of those two people.
My brother works at the NSA and I work for a madman.
I don't feel like anything bad's going to happen.
Jacob Dorchen wants privacy.
We're on a mission to save your life.
Don't mess with a winning formula, huh?
but she's my only sister, and we never go visit her.
It just shows big buildings falling down, and...
I fucking hate you, too, baby.
I mean...
What do you... What do you mean?
Today's my birthday, by the way.
I'll take just an apricot sliced into fours. And a kiwi.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Yeah, that's not a good look.
So you can beat to death the mystical time baron
All right. All right. Uh... (CHUCKLES)
Adam Junior's the murderer? Why would he do that?
- (BRAKES SCREECH) - Holy shit!
JACOB: Until somebody goes back in time and kills you.
No, no, no, no, no.
Horseradish station. That's right. We're gonna have the white and the reds,
- If you want to use the metaphor again. - LOU: It's an impulse buy.
I'm not gonna let you fall, I promise.
I saw what it said.
There are certain calculations and innovations
I'm Adam Yates Stedmeyer.
Does Adam Yates live here?
Yeah. They've never seen Back to the Future.
my eyes
Damn, that's cold.
(CHUCKLING)
Hey. There's something trying to kill us here.
By threatening your own existence.
You think everything is like Terminator.
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa...
- Rip off any pop stars lately? - (FAKE LAUGH)
- We are so locked in. - Same page.
- Oh, my God, that's the one. - That's the one?
Adam murdered me.
Eat a boot? Eat your feelings. Choozy Doozy.
What is that?
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
You sure about that?
Dorchen!
- BOTH: Great White Buffalo. - Great White Buffalo.
- You want to see the Strut? - Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Forgot what I was going to say.
Oh.
Can you swallow a watch, Nick?
Listen. You can't go with me, okay?
Are those wooden teeth?
(GASPING)
All right. Everybody, get in.
Shit.
You're a fucking nerd
- Our family's chosen. - Yep.
Holy fuck, I'm your butler.
Now, please welcome back the host of the show, Britt McShasaucey!
to admit that it is fucking insane.
Please.
Get me some champagne.
Oh, my God, right.
right in the middle of that future
JACOB: Oh, man, I wish we could, but we're doing, uh...
That smells like hatred.
He told them he's gonna build them a bomb.
Make the world a better place.
It's beautiful.
How did you do that?
(EXCLAIMS) Look at that.
American success story, music mogul Nick Webber.
with the two of you boys sleeping together?
Adam took the nitro. He's going back to 2015 to kill you.
- You should play our wedding. - (SCOFFS)
I mean, that's not even anything that could be in the box.
You're not going down that road anymore.
Bing bong! What's the delay?
I saw his trench coat
Jill?
So, are you boys coming up or what?
You're a fucking virus, Lou.
You know, it's, like, kind of sweet.
LOU: Whose fucking phone is on?
You know what? Dealer's choice.
All right, I can't see you right now,