Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What hole? - Your corn hole!
We just need you to give us the address
Ugh! My god!
Jesus Christ.
Like, I do all the heavy lifting in our friendship.
What is wrong with you?
Is-is there really another way you would prefer,
And you're all pretty great. (chuckles)
I knew, like, Ben and Max and Dick Splinter
Is this some Manson family shit?
AMY: Well, I'm just throwin' out suggestions here.
How? How are we gonna find out where the party is?
It's like ayahuasca but asian.
Where the fuck are you going to school next year?
One time I threw up, and my mom caught it
Guys, the re-election is coming up,
They did both.
"diplo-meatball."
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
You have the same parts she does.
♪ Nobody speak, nobody get choked ♪
Amy, I'm so serious. They think that we're robots.
I'll holler at you later, I guess.
I'm sorry I'm so controlling.
All right. I'm gonna go take my seat.
Of course. Aren't you gonna go to Uganda or something?
We added this embellishment here.
Interesting.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Okay, we are not hopping off. Keep driving.
- Mm? - Why don't you start us off?
(clears throat) I came out in the tenth grade.
waiting to be reborn.
♪ They'll never break the shape we take ♪
Look what I found,
♪ Now I see just why they stare ♪
and they don't have the code.
Yeah.
♪ Hit my phone boy, is you home boy? ♪
♪ Oh baby ♪
We were looking for Nick's party!
That fell off way before anything happened between us.
Why? It's funny your parents think we're boning.
- Don't let college fuck it up. - (all cheering)
(fireworks popping)
- (exhales) - Her, her what?
AMY: We could hitchhike.
(Amy mumbles)
You think she wants to watch you and your friends
♪ And you talking all that shit... ♪
(tires screeching)
and clerking for a federal judge between junior and senior year
Your ugly what?
chips and sal-so long, high school.
completely consensual bash.
(both chuckle)
So, either I get arrested and I join you in there
(upbeat music playing)
- I'm sure it's complicated. - NICK: Oh.
- AMY: Need this? - No, that was my fault!
Make it stop.
Gigi, the girl who jumped off your boat
Back's great, too.
Really?
You were trying to save me from seeing Nick rub
- (girls screaming) - AMY: Fuck!
about him sweeping me off my feet,
- MOLLY: A book? - AMY: No.
May I offer you the front, mademoiselle? No?
Hey, I'm not going to college.
- Are you okay? - Um... Yeah, sorry, just...
What?
so Nick's gonna throw a party at her house.
to remind myself of the respect and awe
I gave guys "roadside assistance," right?
Very thoughtful.
Jared, you know where the party is, right?
Prob... They're probably a little soggy now,
considering their whole Jesus thing. It's nice.
They think all we care about
♪ I wish nothing but ♪
Fuck, yeah, I do. Fuck, yeah!
What a fucking compliment to get Molly to roll.
Just, like, please don't call me "Triple A" at Yale next year.
If we claim to have a weapon,
♪ ♪
- 10-4. That's for the boy. - (ululating)
ALAN: Look at you.
What?
GIGI: Karaoke in the guest room!
(laughs) "To her level."
Wait, are you guys cold?
Going for the back. That's cool.
We can just stay for a second.
Oh, my god. Gigi, stop doing that!
Yeah, that's your private information.
you guys are so stupid,
Dude, no. Her vagina's probably stuffed with diplomas.
Great deal of care was taken.
What... I mean, why don't you do it with Nick,
- We understand, okay. - Yes, yes, we do.
We'll probably just do a Korean face mask.
My whole body's like a fucking dolphin.
(chuckles) Okay.
No? That's okay. Maybe later.
- What you two have... - We do. I'm sorry.
That weird crochet pig?
MOLLY: I...
Class of '19 for-fuckin'- ever! Whoo!
and make thy plans to attend
Like, a bajillion.
(grunts) Cindy, I swear to fucking god.
Are... are you good?
I am shutting it off real quick.
um... I got it. Uh...
(Hope chuckles)
Yeah! Whoo!
♪ I'm a mensch, get correct ♪
You're coming with me.
And as soon as I got high, I just cried about the fact that one day
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
♪ Look at me then look at these hoes ♪
- Okay. - MOLLY: Go, go, go!
- Oh, my god. - No, it's okay.
(ice cubes rattle)
(fast-tempo music resumes)