Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nickelback. [laughs]

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

♪ I got a cotton candy brandy Hey, it's yum-yum time ♪

[whispers] Party Wolf. [howls]

What's the problem, dear?

Wine, it's nature's fruit.

Yeah, this is Leah's room.

Do you think it's too small for Tallulah Levine?

Hold on, he's the one?

- What's he doing? - Ooh.

Spoken like a two-faced fucking Gemini.

- Wow. You know what? - Come on, what's your problem?

I gave him a blowjob, which by the way, I didn't.

I think maybe we should go back to the party.

We had the whole planet to ourselves, didn't we?

- A toast. - A to-- I don't know.

You're praying to Mecca, you're a Muslim.

It's not that kind of party, okay?

What? No, not you.

We're all a little out of control tonight.

Fun fact: I was rejected from Scientology, so...

- [door opens] - [gasps] Shh!

I know I'm a broken record on this but Mercury is in retrograde.

Then why are we so good at rehab and have great gyms?

Oh, you are hilarious, Nick Birch.

- You're listening to me rap to myself. - [chuckles]

Oh, sure, honey. Not too late.

Okay. Not watching.

This is why I invented Cubism, so I could be like, "Ooh, shapes are cool."

- Is that a real movie? - No, she's lying.

All my life I've been waiting for them to go down there.

Fine, I confess. I assaulted Andrew in the closet.

You lean your head back, arch your crotch in the air

You're slut shaming me. Shame on you.

Wow. Dope rhymes.

It was Pangaea, the dinosaurs had just flown away in their spaceship.

- You ready? - [soft blowing]