Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-There's something inside. -DENNIS: Uh...

confirming your full consent

-I can't be locked in here. -CHARLIE: O-Okay, calm down.

-That's good, men being men. -What do you got?

-AMANDA [normal voice]: Okay, fine, your time starts now. -[beep]

so-so much more relaxed without her in here.

whose attention we're seeking.

Challenge accepted.

That's what men do

-You really were the quarterback. -I was...

I nominate Dennis.

Why don't we break up into the two teams?

My leader's killing it over here.

That's not how it works. So you have to win as a team...

-For sure, yeah. -Okay, well, w-what is it?

-Of course. -That's what men do.

You know, I was worried that this might happen.

That means I win the game,

you have offered to award each one of us with our own

so now that we don't have those ladies squawking in our ears,

but, as we both know, from your Craigslist profile,

FRANK: You lock us in a room

-Aah! Whoa, ho, ho! -Oh, Dee!

Yeah, absolutely we did, 'cause we-we got

-It was right there on the table. -[click]

Goddamn it, Dennis.

goes on the end of this key has got to be in here, somewhere.

Followed only by the power dynamic

shitload of instructions

All right. Yeah, Amanda, um, if you do that accent,

His pants are high. Makes me trust him.

I hear you chewing, and I can't think.

Not much. They've basically just been arguing