Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Time for you to face my fury.

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

Killer party, Erica.

But we both know it's not.

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

All right, everybody, I want you to join me

Yo, guys, you coming or what?

and I couldn't care less.

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

I'll do better. Service!

ADULT ADAM: And boogie she did.

so you could throw your own disco inferno?

Finally got some action around here.

More than you will ever know.

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

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

Serve the damn ball.

Honestly, it's not.

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

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

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

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

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

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

Adam. Adam, please.

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

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

Think you can keep spazzing out in an embarrassing way?

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

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