Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You gotta let Adam go.
NARRATOR: Lou Dorchen's best friend is yet another
- How is Courtney? - You know.
Wow! That was good TV.
Guys, meet Jill. Jill, meet the guys.
All right. Well, you have fun and make good choices.
but also tells them when to give up.
Okay, okay, okay. All right. I'm fine.
I just pray that there's still hope for Jacob.
Poindexter
We turned to high school pal, Gary Winkle.
I don't want to go to the Grammys.
Call it destiny, or predestiny.
- What do you mean? - Ah.
Oh, yeah, absolutely. And animals eat people, it's all the same.
NICK: He looks like Cap'n Crunch fucked Paul Revere.
What does your son's penis taste like?
Hey, I just met my future wife in there.
You want me to do the fucking dance?
What did you do?
(VOCALIZING)
That parade was the single greatest moment of my life.
Don't.
What do you do?
Oh, shit!
How far back did we go?
Hi. I'm from Choozy Doozy.
Okay, you're sick. You made your point.
I don't know. I never saw Terminator.
Lou!
- (CAR BEEPS) - (SIGHS)
He had, like, super-human strength, like that fucking baby in Superman I.
You look like a pedophile dressed you.
No.
so you can't fuck anyone else's wife!
- keep it tight. - NICK: Whoa!
seemed to kick-start their lives into high gear.
JACOB: Fuck!
Oh, my God. I can't believe Nick Webber knows
MAN 1: Juggle knives!
separate service, different intensity.
LOU: You knew that was gonna happen!
The dancing clown.
Oh!
for the greatest scientific achievement of all time?
Terminator.
I'm Adam.
- Bye, Nick. - Bye.
What?
Take my inspiration from a lot of artists.
Your poor man's Macarena that you are very famous for.
Wondering where you ran off to, but here you are.
I have some advice for you.
But it's... It can be our piece of shit.
while congressional Republicans defend every sentient automobile's
He did drugs and had sex with a man he barely knows on national TV.
Who gives a shit? What can I get you?
Nick Webber Nick Webber
You won't do the fucking song?
No harm, no foul, but did you ejaculate in her?
What do you want?
I don't know what's taking Jill.
Looks like somebody chose a lifeline!
I didn't... I didn't d0 that.
Jacob was right.
(SIGHS)
That's so 2018.
(SIGHS)
Are we calling it a rape?
No, that's still way too strong a word.
But he's so much smaller than you.
worth 2.3 billion dollars,
Oh! (CHUCKLES)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Handle it.
We're on the It's never, ever going to happen
That's right.
Do you know what day it is?
Let's go save Lou's life.
ED SULLIVAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the Beatles!
You look like......Kevin Yardley!!
Did you see that?
I don't know.
I think... Uh...
JACOB: Oh, you put your dick in there!
I'll be back, okay? I promise. I'll be back.
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
Come on. No way! I had sex with Marilyn Monroe!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- It's the Grammys. - It's always the Grammys.
(LAUGHS)
No. That can't be right. Right, Jacob?
so you can't even say well without paying me money.
Jacob, I'm the Sarlacc.
I must have invented that.
And I'm asking you to be the bigger car and help me out.
Just like your loser dad.
MAN: Uh, we're going to just touch you up.
No, no, it's because you're my...
Now I know why the coat-check girl didn't like me.
Gary Winkle.
I did.
You were shot in the dick in the past, remember?
'Sup?
Uncle Lou.
I think so.
No. You know why? 'Cause as long as we're here,
Well, I guess bestiality.
Yeah. Virtual.
So you never met him?
given the chance to do it all over again,
(SCOFFS)
I dedicated my life's work
Come on! Look. Hey, not flickering.
God damn it!
Do you guys ever feel like
Let me hear some ideas from the audience.
Oh!
You are my butler.
Courtney, it's not a big deal.
It worked! Holy shit! Wait, look!