Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah, it's an Iranian film about a physicist

- It's all bullshit anyway. - Yeah. It is bullshit.

- Whose room is this? - Oh, this?

Big Mouth , that's the show, that's the show.

Nothing, just, you know, my parents are officially the worst.

- [groans] - [laughs]

♪ Let us see your dick ♪

Ah. This must be the famous Nick Birch.

Are you serious?

Are you kidding? I'm just so jazzed you tongued me.

Friends, Romans, tech people,

It's not like they make it anymore, Jessi.

- [alarm blares] - Holy shit, it's happening.

Wow. You taste so much better than my bath mat.

You never told me you saw my mom cheating on my dad.

- [message chime] - Oh, Jessi.

Well, look who it is.

Oh, no, I was a pig in a blanket.

Mmm. Nothing like a first kiss.

with a ninth grade girl. You got to come over.

- Nick, are you drunk? - Psst!

- Oh, my stomach hurts. - It's strong, right?

Don't you say a fucking word.

- Come on, boys. - [squeaking]

This boy's a tall lumpy, dumpy drink of water and we are thirsty.

- What? - I saw you talking to The Machine.

- I see that. - Nick Birch, this is Picasso.

- Stop smiling. - I'm not smiling.

- He's a head pusher. - He's a head pusher.

- Look at me, I'm drinking wine. - Nick.

Actually, that is so you.

[applause track]

When Andrew and I were in the city, we saw this hat