Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[man 1] Sorry about that, sir. -[man 2] Sorry, sir.
Holy Stromboli! I can't believe we're only losing by one point.
I'm gonna fucking kill-- Let me through, please. Let me fucking through!
[exhales] Jay, it's time to go home.
Sounds like a classic runaway there, ma.
No bragsies but, you know, I'm special.
[pubic hair] Shut the fuck up, Nick! Kill him.
-You're the man. -What the hell is that?
Scorpion, you take care of your mom out there.
I'm saying, like, I'm psyched.
-Hey, daddy. -What is that?
That's what I did, even though I'm violently lactose intolerant.
Or maybe they drank a ton of milk.
[crying]
And I can't tell you about it because you'll think I'm crazy,
I don't want to lose you.
[sighs deeply] Are we just a couple of freaks?
This is just like a Roman Polanski situation.
Right, 'cause they're all assholes. Yeah, that makes sense.
And she doesn't understand that you're 40 and a celebrated magician...
No, I'm just trying to understand what's going on with my body.
And you're also the man, too, as well.
[Diane] Oh, sweetheart.
-No! -So then do it.
Hey, is there something like that, but for pubescent boys?
What?! And let your mom win? Never!
-Who's not a pillow? -I'm not a pillow.
took some clothes, and didn't come home last night?
-Yeah, he's a rapist. He raped a child. -No, but I didn't give you a lewd.
[toilet flushes]
Oh, fine, I'll turn around.
I know. Maybe we should just use our cunning?
You can stop your crying. Jay's back.
I think maybe we should go home.
Huh. It must've shrunk in the dryer a little.
That is a pillow.
And you like him! Why you like a little weirdo?
use your thumb.
-My womb broom? -Womb broom! Your mustache.