Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd put a shotgun in my mouth and pull the trigger.

I made love to Marcia Gay Harden.

- It's weird that he's still sneering,

- Okay. You sat in a hammock.

[crowd cheers, applauds] - Uh, hi, gang.

- Such brave writing.

Remember I threw up and I pooped simultaneously?

[jazz music playing]

- Gary, tell our friends here the anecdote

- Now, that's crossing the line.

- I remember it all too well, Tom.

without pal. - What the hell does that mean?

- Oh, how does this sound? Look.

- The principal is here and he's really silly.

and see if she can work in, like, more fart jokes.

- Oh, so is she a village idiot too?

- Is that funny or very hurtful?

- Mr. B, can I give you some acting tips real quick?

[indistinct chatter]

- A good actor can convey more

♪ To satiate for long ♪

you know, something always goes wrong.

We shall meet again.

- Huh, let's see what you got here.

- Glenn, please, this is a special night.

- Stop laughing.

- I actually like that. - Right?

- Oh, he's got a collection of roasts.

♪ And remember, there's a lot of good omens ♪

and tonight he gets his wish.

What do we do now? - Oh, man, we are about

♪ Disciples of the flow, we can float anywhere ♪

Thanks, Ma. That was a big help.

but it is--it is dramatic.

- Okay. What is it he can do?

- Who told you that? - You know what?

- My script says "Who farted?" Is that the right line?

All right, I'm your roast master.

We are so fucking gay, dicktits! HAHAHAHAHAHA MUTHAFUCKA

[moody pop ballad playing over speakers]

- All right, you know what? We're coming in.

- I wasn't planning on saying any of the lines.

It looks like a pig's butthole.

- Oh, my God, what an incredible room.

- Oh, hey, Mr. B. Listen, uh,

- Ah, you see people are having a ball.