Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-♪ Fill the hole in my tummy ♪ -♪ And the hole in your life ♪

No! Stop it! What are you all doing?

♪ We don't expect an apology ♪

Namaste a while.

What's up, party people?

You shut your mouth, you little gentleman.

We must've heard totally different songs, Rodney,

♪ But basically, it sucks being me ♪

You said girls should be allowed to make their own choices,

♪ I was waxing my chest in my hotel room When a knock came at the door ♪

♪ While I'm stuck home alone and sulking ♪

Your Highness, don't let him leave.

Obviously, we're gonna sing another song, you bona fide bozo.

Now you march your beautiful body up those stairs,

Even if you weren't about to get a truckload of money from your lawsuit,

Great, now let's move on to fisting.

And that's why we're called Bros 4 Life.

And the stress of having you here has been so overwhelming,

He knows what he did.

One of us is literally your dad.

I've been taking you for Hugh Granted.

-There it is. -What?

Hold on. Is this, like, one of those purity balls?

♪ And you're the baby-daddy baby Of Bros 4 Life, yeah ♪

♪ Do their check-ins, then they leave ♪

I'm sorry. What are you doing?

Oh, Jesus, Dad.

Look at that hole, black as the ace of spades.

I'm just gonna have to learn to live with that.

♪ Gonna pounce like a panther When I hear that ding ♪

Yeah, there's gonna be a Christian caricature artist.

This is exactly why I didn't wanna take you to church.