Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh! I love pigs in a blanket. - Really?

I wish I never hired you as my wife.

To Party Wolf. [howls] Drink.

- No, they're Dad's. - Yeah, Dad wears women sunglasses.

Because then it might work out fine.

Please, retarded faggot, I'm serious. I want to tell you something serious.

I mean, she's talking to a pineapple.

- Maury. - Connie.

♪ All dead Oh! ♪

Maury, why is this all so complicated?

No. I'm really not.

and I've been drinking cotton candy brandy and I think coffee grounds all night long,

But sweet as berry pie.

- Is that a good look for either of us? - Oh, fine, you can have a little.

- That's too bad. - Yeah, it is too bad.

Very big on the mons, baby.

Oh, my God. What happened up there, that was so messed up.

[Jud, muffled] He's already got a little... dick. [chuckles]

Well, Jay, you come from an upsetting home.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Jessi.

- Tallulah. - Nick Birch.

For your information, I'm contacting Trusted Root tonight.

That's right, Maury, I can't be tamed.

I just want the world to burn and for you to get your little dinger wet.

You're the helicobacter pylori bacteria?

I can't believe I'm in the seventh grade and already over high school.

Party Wolf got Frenched.

[mimics buzzer] Andrew's got a date, so I'm staying at home

- Tallulah Levine, the blowjob machine. - Come again?

You see that girl over there?

What does your client know how to do?

[stammers] I don't know, it's hard to say.

- Nick's got a girlfriend. - Nick's got a girlfriend. [chuckles]

- Have fun. [laughs] - What?

What happened? Why'd your damn client pull away?

Okay. Ha ha. Well, you're all dead.

It's go time, this is not a drill.

- Ohh! - Why am I introducing myself?