Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Honestly, it's not.

Yeah, that's what I bring to the table.

so you could throw your own disco inferno?

Yo, guys, you coming or what?

Finally got some action around here.

Whatever it's called, it was bad. (CHUCKLING) Really bad.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Yeah, we want the Erica from the last three years.

ADULT ADAM: It was Valentine's Day, 1980-something,

and I couldn't care less.

Think you can keep spazzing out in an embarrassing way?

I'll show Chad. I'll show everyone!

ADULT ADAM: My mom was dead set on bringing Erica back to her old self.

There's no make-your-own-s'mores buffet.

Yep, we'd been making movies together since we were kids.

But we both know it's not.

Barry, my handsome and powerful brother, I need your help.

Killer party, Erica.

and all Erica wanted to do was hide from everyone in a dark theater.

Adam. Adam, please.

What, were you at dance camp? Something to do with music?

More than you will ever know.

Oh, that's the other Erica Goldberg in school.

ADULT ADAM: That's the thing about growing up.

All right, everybody, I want you to join me

I'm basically Andre Agassi's twin. I even got the hair.

I just want you to teach me some tennis.

ADULT ADAM: He was talking about an '80s neon-clad tennis God

I'll do better. Service!

Time for you to face my fury.

ADULT ADAM: And boogie she did.

Serve the damn ball.