Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You two, come over here.
If I were you, I wouldn't say another word, you thieving bitch.
I'm glad you're happy.
-We got you, though. -Say your prayers.
Guys, you know what would be even sexier than that?
Oh, snap! Somebody's pissed!
Looks like we haven't seen the last of Mr. and Mrs. Foster.
Come on! We got this. Come on. -Okay.
Love keeps lifting me
You have no idea what it is like
Come on. Come on!
Hello, my peeps.
Hi.
This Is claw, you're welcome
-It has something to do with Crenshaw? -It has...
Car! Car!
Hey! Yay! That's right. Date night.
I say we sit back, relax,
-Move! -Okay!
Can't wait. I don't know how you agree to still do those book clubs, buddy.
-to the nearest hospital. -What's wrong with my penis?
Not great. We couldn't get a table,
Go back to bed, hotness. I'll be there soon.
Oh, God! Why do these guys wanna kill us so badly?
You're right, Claire. I would stay away from the cops.
Oh, my God. Me, too. Me, too.
Man, you guys are lucky to be alive.
Thank you. You're very kind.
-It's fine. Really. -No.
-Really? -Yeah.
-Yeah. I read all of them. -Why?
-Katy? Hi, it's Phil. -Hi.
Oh, no.
Good night.
And there it is. Yeah, we maybe from New Jersey,
Look at me! -They're all shooting everybody!
You don't wanna be doing this. I'll put you in a box.
And you need to walk among the birds.
Having sex in the same position twice a week.
Fantastic. I... I'm going to change.
Neither of those two words is dirty,
Okay. I like that. I am completely with you.
Well, it's an interesting choice.
-Yeah, guys. Seriously, this is... -This is a mistake.
He just sort of went on auto-pilot.
Claire, just show them where the flash drive is.
What in the world are they doing?
I am sorry if I am a little tired after working all night
Okay. Let me... Okay, let me break it down for you, all righty?
I have a gun! And that means... -Two suitcases?
No...
-Who cares? It's not a big deal! -Oh, my God! Come on!
over the next several decades. Also, on my tab,
So get on up there.
Walk among the birds.
The most excellent roommates.
Cyndi Lauper.
to just come home and jump on you and give you a free lap dance.
and pop that coochie.
that we are supposed to meet our friends, who are a gay couple.
We checking this out?
to be asking us who we are?
-Let's use a rain check. -Okay.
Yeah, sure. Why not? Come on in.
Okay? So if you're somehow blinking on his radar,
-Stop packing. Nobody is going anywhere. -Phil! Do something with the gun.
Okay.
This is the place.
Use the number to locate the signal.
Minor B and E.
Oh...
No. No, it's okay! When he says vagina, he means your face.
Wait, how do you know this guy, again?
Claw. That place in TriBeCa with the $50 soup? How'd that work out for you?
You just took our reservation? Who does that?!
I only read the first 30 pages and the last page.
-Wait! Stop! I can explain. -Oh, yeah?
So we followed them into the alley, and suddenly they just grab all of our stuff.
They're not home. They're not home.
-What? -She's awful!
-Thank you. -Mank you!
Which Taste and Whippit steal
Okay, you know I'm not so good with complicated plots,
What about my dreams? -Okay, okay. Hey, hey, hey.
Whippet, like the dog?
Yeah, yeah, there we go.
Lifting me
Baby, baby!
I'm going to take you to that new seafood place that you read about.
It's not ringing any bells.
And I wanna take my top off,
You locked that one, too.
I put the flash drive someplace no one is ever going to find it.
Huh. Huh.
-Terrible. Terrible. Ah. -How pedestrian.
I bet you do all kinds of right.
That I would understand. That makes sense to me.
I just wanted to take my wife to dinner tonight.
That did not go down at all as I had expected.
-What pictures? -Nothing.
We were in here earlier, having dinner with our friend Sam-I-Am.
I've had an interesting night myself.
This is it.
Oh, God. Oh, my God, Phil.
It's heartbreak warfare
Counting them down, works every time.
It's amazing you have recall like that, honey.
Now we're really gonna make it happen.
It's because every day, I get up, make breakfast, go to work,
-Hello? Hello? Anything? -Oh, my God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
that this is our second breaking and entering of the evening.
from The Peppermint Hippo, where she works.
Is she serious?
Well, the Tripplehorns got to him at The Peppermint Hippo.
-What are you doing, Phil? -Trust me. It's fine.
What?
Who does that? -Wait, how did you find us, anyway?
You two make sex with us?
-Good, good, good. Why? -It's for your penis.
-You're still doing that, huh? -Yes.
All right. So you must be Thomas Felton.
I have got this!
There we go. Mr. Felton's phone is currently residing at 135 Avenue D.
All right, all right, all right! Okay, I'm sorry.
Nice. But I already promised my friends.
We'll wait.
I'd do it again, you know.
Okay, you know what? No. It's...
-You done? -Mmm-hmm.
Okay.