Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and leave the past in the past.

That is me! She's talking about me!

-No, you didn't. -Yes, I did!

You think that's funny, do you, Colin? You and all your fancy step over bullshit.

He has repeatedly denied that.

So, we're going out, we're celebrating,

I know. Oh, hey.

No. No, no, no.

Okay, hey, I better get a roll on here, all right?

Right, so I hadn't prepared anything.

We know we are, we're sure we are.

Am I cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs thinking we can beat these guys tomorrow?

Go, Nathan. Come on, it's past curfew.

A Fax machine, Hey? Ayou sending something to the year 1997?

-Hey. How you doing? -Good.

Of course I know. Why do you think I'm here?

So, what's Marlboro Man's story, then?

This is also dedicated to my goddaughter, Nora.

-Yeah, I'm all right. -Okay.

Oh. Come on now.

-And if you're the artsy type-- -Right, enough.

You tore your butt, son. There's nothing to be ashamed of, okay? It happens.

Let me introduce Flo Collins, my best mate since we were little.

Hey, Coach, you've torn your butt a few times, right?

No. Keeley, I think you're confused.

Looks like we have a new passenger on today's flight.

There we go. There we go. There we go. Come on.

Thank you. Oh, God.

From pubs to clubs to the great Asian pastime of...

Gaga, ooh-la-la

Let me ask you this. Do you wax your pubes?

-Who's Nora? -My daughter.

Gonna go back to the hotel and just get a good night's rest, you know?

Let me see what's going on here.