Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Cupping for everyone, Tyler.
I need the police, SWAT Team,
‐ Making memories!
‐ My God, what happened?
Must be nice.
Hang on!
‐ Ugh, what's a girl gotta do to make the fridge?
‐ Hey, Duncan,
‐ [shouts] ‐ One!
‐ Cool. I need to change into shorts.
I wanted people to stop throwing soup on me.
‐ Great idea!
[beachgoers shouting, laughing]
They'll love my stuff when I'm dead.
‐ [grunts] ‐ [gags]
[all grunting]
‐ That's all I needed to hear.
You glowed up, too?
And we were the last ones to see them.
‐ Get off my back, Carrie. I'm the king of Queens.
by letting them think we died so we get a free vacation.
‐ I ain't no bum. [panting]
‐ [strains] I'm not strong enough!
‐ Come on, honey.
There. ‐ [grunts]
‐ Ooh, time for our couples massage!
‐ I don't wanna be me anymore.
‐ Duncan, clean that up. ‐ Yes, sir.
I might not have to go to summer school.
‐ You know how it is with art.
‐ Yeah, girl.
‐ Duncan! ‐ I'm sorry.
‐ Mom, the Benadryl! [cap pops]
‐ She's getting "pre‐wrecked."
Next up, lift half your body weight.
‐ You guys don't believe in me?
‐ Hey, how's your summer going?
You're burning. And so am I.
duncan goes AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
‐ Oh, yeah, they were all over me.