Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

You're the helicobacter pylori bacteria?

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

- Ohh! - Why am I introducing myself?

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

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

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

- Tallulah. - Nick Birch.

- Have fun. [laughs] - What?

What does your client know how to do?

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

- Maury. - Connie.

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

I wish I never hired you as my wife.

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

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

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

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

Maury, why is this all so complicated?

♪ All dead Oh! ♪

You see that girl over there?

Very big on the mons, baby.

I mean, she's talking to a pineapple.

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

No. I'm really not.

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

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

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

But sweet as berry pie.

Because then it might work out fine.

Party Wolf got Frenched.

Well, Jay, you come from an upsetting home.

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

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

To Party Wolf. [howls] Drink.