Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me, too.
No, actually, I'll get a tangerine margarita.
This isn't good. She's never late. Ever.
(SCOFFS) Of course I can wink.
Hey! What a coincidence!
I'd like to help him.
You're a fucking nerd
No. You don't.
(SINGING UPBEAT SONG)
Chux... Zedo.
Who...
...Al Michaels' Revenge or cocaine?
- You're just gonna keep saying... - Nothing but net!
Do you or someone you love have a problem with
Can we go to the fuckin' party now?
I just pumped him full of...
is tentatively being called nitrotrinadium.
No one ejaculated inside of anything, really.
2025.
(NICK AND JACOB GRUNTING)
BOTH: Oh!
Adam, I hate to be a stickler, but you guys haven't met yet.
Look, I get you. I do.
- Mmm-hmm. (GULPS) - Minus the half.
I know. I love you, man!
- Let him do it. - JACOB: We'll let him do it.
(INSTRUMENTAL PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
and I'm good at receiving guests and...
I'm Adam. I get plowed by dudes on TV.
to challenge you to specific tasks.
I felt like an ape. Like an ape.
I know how this looks.
Lou, would you come the fuck on?
- Yeah. - Oh! Oh, my God.
- What? No. - I think this is my house.
uh, fucked his wife. A tiny bit! A tiny bit.
We need to change people's lives.
I can't believe I'm fucking
Well, that was exciting.
Jacob, come on!
This fucking guy again!
Wait, are you saying that time travel is not even possible?
No... Oh, no, wait, wait, wait.
What's he do... What's he just doing there like this?
Come on.
Yes. Yes, I am.
- ...smack, whack, jack... - Uh-huh. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
But what was it like to grow up
(SIGHS)
High five.
You do.
I did something a cocktail waitress told me not to do,
That's a good-looking dick to me!
- I think we made it! - Let's go!
Fuck you!
- No way. - I think he's right, Lou.
BOTH: See?
Oh...
No, no. You guys, we can't just fuck around.
No. Does that sound like me?
Dick and balls! You looked at a dick and balls!
We got to find your murderer.
Hey, I'm sorry. Look.
Whoo!
That was me.
Right? - Hey.
- Thank you. - JILL: I have the dress.
Youngblood, we got to figure this out.
whoever the fuck that is.
I can't believe I let you talk me into joining this sinking ship.
(FARTING)
Like Looper.
You just learned a valuable life lesson.
(GIGGLES)
I mean, like, as far as rooms go, this is one of the biggest.
Have I bombed anything, you think?
Too bad.
- (RETCHES) - Ah!
(GROANS)
(STAMMERS) Oh, okay. The bigger question is, how...
Stop, Lou!
Okay, I don't really give a shit.
- Don't say that out loud. - It might hear you.
You're so poor now, but I really like you still.
You look like a Jewish Jason Statham.
NICK: Classic Lou.
so I'm really trying to take it easy.
Why do you do that?
Up until yesterday, I thought I had a normal life.
So it was just like... (BLOWS RASPBERRY)
Come on!
I just get sick of explaining it to him.
This me is great. Take it from me.
NICK: There's still time.
You suck each other's dicks
Jacob. This is a great show.
- I trust you. - Okay.
- I'm... - Jill. I know.
Yeah, well, that's not going to happen.
- It's a hot tub. - Whatever!
I'm distinguished.
Oh, my God. Jacob Dorchen and Nick Webber?
Don't you watch Downton Abbey?
I didn't magically turn it all around after that ski trip.
Yeah, I know that you do. You're the biggest fuck-up I know.
Oh. Well, my mom used to live near here,
The past, the future. All very cute.
except, you know, we're supposed to fuck.
Fuck you, dude.
Would you mind your own fucking beeswax?
Happy Birthday!
LOU: Look, Kel, I'm sorry, okay?
It wasn't real.
Here I go. I'm gonna jump.
Okay, this is becoming a bit of a hygiene issue.
JACOB: And that doesn't matter either.
was the best thing that ever happened to me.
You don't remember calling me and telling me that you were a god?
You look like you've never made a correct decision.
Um, people are shooting each other. I'm getting out of here.
I shared a romantic dinner with my wife?
The bowels evacuate
And I want to get out of this shirt.
- No, you're my best choice. - You're my bestest choice.
Yeah.
Who in the future would want to kill you, Lou?
Fuck!
(WOMAN SHUSHES)
Where are me and you right now on a scale of, like,
President Neil Patrick Harris has called
and salutations that haven't even come to pass yet.
I'm glad we're on the same page.
I don't know. I've only been the best of friends to him.
That's bullshit, okay?
What the fuck? Lou...
Whatever. I'm over this.
- Kill your dad? - Yeah.
into...
No, no, no, really, what do you mean?
Yeah. We normally give Tylenol for that.
- Are we going? - Yeah.
I saw this on C. S.I.
Brad Syed? He's coming to my wedding.
BOTH: Everybody, strut, strut, strut, strut.