Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Welcome to Connor and Farrah's wedding.
We're responsible for all of this.
♪
Uh, thank you.
"herpes, herpes, hooray" once.
- They're never gonna make it. - What?
(sighs) Well, go back and fix it.
Now come on, everybody, hands in the middle.
Should we go back and see how much grease you have to clean?
We're-We're gonna be okay.
You know.
Right. Right, right, right.
♪ But do I take these buns to have and hold ♪
Uh, the "B" stands for "Bob." That's you.
ALL EXCEPT BOB: Herpes, herpes, hooray!
Hey, save room for Farrah's grandma's cake.
♪ Do I think you've lost your mind on this ♪
Teddy, I'm not gonna be asked to do a toast.
Everyone, just toss your dead butterflies into the air
- Hello! - Hey, you!
When your friend's psycho girlfriend thinks you're sleeping together
No, Tina, he's trying to block the wind from the microphone.
And I've been clipping her bumper ever since.
♪ And I'm the doctor in it
If the marriage tanks, is that our food's fault?
I don't want to get in the way of your crew
for the burger of the day would be fine, but I hope you like
PHOTOGRAPHER: Nah-huh, uh-huh.
-No. -We’re good.
You're right, it doesn't matter.
W-We have to fix it.
They're the ones rushing into this.
- Uh, give 'em a jingle. - Jingle-jangle.
And I need everyone focused.
Oh! No, I mean...
I mean, now you'll bring out the real cake? Ha, ha?
If you would all look under your seats...
Oh, no-no-no, don't open those, kids.