Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'Sup? I'm Mike, his son,

I'm gonna-- I feel sick.

If I don't dance with this exquisite creature immediately,

You're stressed out. Your brother's here.

(All) Oh! Yeah.

Yeah, it's not a murderer. It's just my little brother.

Yep, just calm down.

I don't see much of anyone since my son put me in this dump.

♪ so you best wear your thong ♪

that I feel safe right now.

Are you kidding me? Come on.

and let me soak up some of these righteous rhymes.

before you pursue this rap stuff?

Wait, it's cool. I got drawers on.

lets me come up for air.

Whoa. Are you okay?

But the new year is a chance

all over my body, you pervert. Yeah, man.

It's like if Oscar Meyer's son was a vegetarian.

Sometimes, they don't take those hunger game checks seriously,

so why don't you just skedaddle on out

Fine. Okay, here we go.

in the Otisville production of Dreamgirls.

Stop cracking his back.

Come on. She's a hot dish.

Doctor, doctor.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Come on, Rishi! ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

are often fraught.