Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Cooling?! - Yeah.
( theme music playing )
- ( metal thuds ) - Shit.
Off-limits!
Why are you having sex in my house?
You get all sweaty. There's-- it's disgusting.
- We got an hour. - Oh, man.
- There's always a part two and three. - No, no, no. No!
Okay, they're not-- they're not children.
You said, "Let's live it up."
and the other one goes into the concentration camp.
I would never live it up. I live it down, I don't live it up.
- Oh, wow. - Well, di-did he sound like he was ticked off?
( phone ringing )
It was an accident.
Uh, don't I get any credit for the note?
You're not gonna give me your car?
I'm coming, honey.
- Spectrum. - Spectrum.
- when that's coming up? - I'm not your babysitter.
That means that room is broken in.
What are you doing in my house?
Nice!
- I'm sorry. - Ah, no sweat.
I'm not gonna have sex with my shirt off.
Why is Jeff keeping us apart?
You gave me a one?
We'll, uh-- we'll call this one good.
I'll go down to the pound today.
What's going on? What are you doing?
Moves, they're tough. How do you do it?
I got, uh, my friend Larry.
Look, I really wish you had hung around and stayed.
Wet pussy, tight pussy, hot pussy.
Larry: So, I play with Jeff
Huh.
Has Jeff seen you in those curlers of late?
- Just let it in. - Yeah.
( stammering ) She had a good time.
That turned her on!
I want you out of the house.
Yeah? Well, that's very nice of you.
but more important, inner beauty.
Okay, but I can't get home.
No, it doesn't matter at all.
Um, how bad is it?
I'm, uh-- I'm awfully sorry.
Okay.
- You could've mentioned it. - I set you up on a date.
Ah, you know Bucharest?
I'm talking about lowland women.
I'll tell you what.
- Why didn't I tell you? - Yeah, why didn't you tell me?
Yeah, most people would say Budapest.
and, uh, you know, we'll have our answer soon.
and what a horrible idea,
...and, boy, did she try to talk me out of it, but--
Yellows. If there's anyway that-- to ignore the yellows.
but it's-- it's a little strange.
- Trust me. - ...not only is she a beautiful woman,
I'm Justin. My car was the one,
And, uh, like, the car, it wasn't...
- Faster. Go. Go." - I didn't do anything.
I swear to God, I just think he's an asshole.