Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

which was horrible.
Hey, what are you doing in here?
So, what'd you get Paul?
And, um, all I got you was...
- Let's go. We should go. - No, we don't...
Oh, a menorah. Judaism, son.
You're so off topic. You're missing the point.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- Why are you guys hugging? - Just guy-talking.
We came here to see the lights.
Me too.
Come on, Paul!
I'm sorry, I have to get you something better.
- What is your ATM code? - Four-two...
Well, I guess I'm gonna have to be Sexy Santa next year.
- You like dressing up like Santa? - Sexy Santa.
- It doesn't make sense to me. - Nick, we don't got time for this.
- Does she always talk to you like that? - Kind of.
Don't do the photo. No pictures. - So cute.
- Okay, cool, I'll be LeBron. - You found him!
- It's Christmas. Don't break up with her. - It's okay, Nick.
You spend all this time to show off and do it, so show off, you got an audience!
- It's just not how I feel. - All she's asking is slow it down a bit.
- You done? - Mm-hm.
I hope you appreciate I have kept eye contact with you whole time...
You're being serious?
They need... I'm gonna put the toner in the machine.
You're welcome.
What up, Mrs. Miller?
I will pay you a lot of money. Let's go.
I don't want to call Wednesday "hump day."
Thank you.
but you can't take it.
Hard to argue with that logic, but just tell him.
Oh, my God! Yes! Yes!