Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[IN NORMAL VOICE] I don't know what the plan is, Schmidt.

We should take those shavings and then sprinkle them by his car.

Is that you in tailored, grown-up clothing?

They hate me. And I know why they hate me, it's because I'm old...

The Spice is coming back. The guy with the horse?

You can hate him for being old, but you can't hate me.

- You can hear that? - It's blasting! Jess is trying to sleep.

I think your pants look fine.

It is crazy, how much they hate you.

- Don't do it. ...to a little, adorable...

- Ew! Why? - So I can pour it over Schmidt's bed...

Schmidt, you're blasting the TV, you maniac.

All right, Nick. Very funny.

...because I find teaching to be icky but...

- Not to mention the money we'd save. Heh, heh. - I know. Wait, what money?

I mean, I made plans with...

- What? - On those pranks, yeah.

...if we just focused our energy onto something a little more worthwhile?

Much like a running back would want...

Well, anyway, I gotta fill this up with pee.

I'm gonna die so soon.

Don't trust your government, kids. Ahem.

Daring or gauche?

Right, that's a thing, right? Moo?

Okay, listen up. I got 3.5 years to live. I can't be an assistant anymore.

I wonder if it's your shoes. Have you tried different shoes?

In other news, I just spent three days trying to impress people who don't own bed frames.