Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your mother favored something she called, "diving for dollars."
Holy Jesus! Kara?
Hey, come on in.
Oh, God!
I'm going to kill you!
What about you, Finch?
Where is Mia?
You don't have to explain.
Hi! Hi!
That's not what I was...
No, that's not necessary. We should all hang out together.
Oh, my God, are you all right?
Call me the Stifmeister!
I'm not gonna cheat on my wife!
Someone's got a little poopy diaper.
Hors d'oeuvres!
Or am I?
Hello.
Guys, this is stupid.
I mean, you're Finch's mom?
Already? Wait here, guys.
Do you think?
Oh, man! Vicky! What?
So, that was AAA on the phone and they should be here in a jiffy.
Yeah, I just don't normally drink like this.
Hey.
Wow. Well, Heather's a bit more on the conservative side.
Sometimes a little too adventurous.
I actually haven't thought much about that.
Ah!
So, Jim, what do you wanna do?
What the hell are you doing? You just expect me to blow you?
You’ll get further
Really?
Tonight?
Kev.
You should save yourself for someone special.
I lied to my best friends, and I'm sorry.
Yeah, well, good luck with that.
and got a boring job like most of us,
No, Kevin.
Because the place needs to look perfect for the InStyle shoot.
This sucks.
So you feel free.
She was too drunk to drive, so I drove her home.
Hey, Loni.
You got to hit that. No fucking way.
Oh, give him a break.
I want us.
Let's just get this out of the way.
He won that bike betting on the World Cup in Argentina.
Nadia?
I'm sorry, but you have had a little too much to drink tonight,
Yeah. Oh.
It doesn't even occur to you that you're self-centered
Oh, my God.
Talk to your uncle Mort. I'd rather not.
Oh, those paper towels? The paper ones.
I'm old enough to know that, Dad.
No Bachelorette, no Real Housewives.
Don't be a pussy, Jim.
Okay.
By the way, I fucked Mario Lopez!
Hey, remember that one time at RSNA!
Allow me.
What? No, God, it's not fine.
Come on, man! What are you smoking, Ocho?
Hey, kid! What do you think you're doing?
Fuck Finch. Let him spend the night in jail.
Holy shit. I'm sorry, I don't need...
Yeah, I'm on TV.
I guess I thought I'd have a family by now.
Blowjob Lipstein.
What? Gilbert Gottfried and not you?
oh crap! its the fuzz!
Paul.
Saved his life. It was a big story, you can Google it.
Fine! He's all yours.
Look, AJ, just calm down, okay?
No. She doesn't want to talk to me.
Dad, don't worry. I'll hook you up.
Sure, thanks.
Kev, I'm sorry, I've been meaning to call you back.
I'm Stifler's mom.
What? I was dating Vicky at the time.
Huh?
Plus, that hot piece of ass Oz is banging got wasted, so we had to drop her off.
Oh, God! Oh, God!
You could take what you learn from Kara,
What happened to you at the end of the night, Stifler?
You just expect me to do everything while I get nothing?
Let's go.
We should try to get together every year.
Evan, don't touch that!
You're under arrest.
Oh, Finch's mom!
I remember, I couldn't wait till graduation
when we licked whipped cream off each other's...
What have you cock-smokers been up to?
Oh! Man, Nadia!
Let's go.
Kara! Kara! Stop it.
How often
Ooh, Bachelorette finale later.
Oh, my God! Okay, I see what's going on.
We'll come back to this oe.
Jim, it's a good thing you found a woman
MILF.
Fuck yeah, Mr. Levenstein!
Yeah.
Go fuck yourself, Stifler.
I was just watching your old Bar Mitzvah tape.
Hold on, Michelle's friend from band?
Oh, God.
Yo, so you really think Kara's gonna give it up tonight?
Kara?