Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)
I hope you got the money in advance.
- Yeah, what's up? - I am impressed with your taste, Eric.
Oh, my God.
So I want you to send those pictures and let's watch the atom bomb explode.
Please say hello to our Sweet Sixteener Candace.
Save it, honey. We're anti-women here.
- Marvin. - BOTH: Voicemail.
when she was humping a pushcart in the mailroom.
Auction that shit off anyway. It'll be somebody else's problem.
- Why not? - I'm working.
- on a $200,000 appearance fee. - Yeah, I know. I was there.
Your daughter's almost 16, huh, Ari?
- Okay. - All right.
Now it's official. Boom, boom-boom.
I took philosophy and Sun Tzu did not say that, Ari.
who couldn't carry my sperm sample likes it.
Like the Terminator, I cannot be stopped.
Oh, guys, I'm so happy you're here.
(SINGING CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU)
This means war, Lloyd.
I'm not laughing, Drama. I'm just curious what a "hozy" is.
Whatever, Davies. Either way, we're done!
That sounds like an admission of guilt to me.
I didn't do anything, but I saved the evidence.
Bartender, another.
- Yeah? - Good news, Eric.
I thought it was war when I sent him shit this morning.
- Really? - Yeah, Nine Brave Souls.
Yeah, Vincent Chase!
Did you book that job for her?
- Ed Norton? - Yes, I hope that was okay.
Can you smell it, Lloyd? You know what that smells like?