Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ha! Pitting two pig dealers against each other.

Oh, shit! Level three, son!

Go bash 'em up, buddy.

Oh, yeah. Frank. I know that bitch.

"Fill bar with sand. Roast wild pig.

We have to throw a party for Charlie. It's so simple.

Well, that's lame.

Hey, guys, the management needs everybody to get out...

This isn't about us. Let's not be cynical. Let's do what the kid wants.

Tequila, Soda & lime?

- Mother pus bucket! - You piece of shit! You broke my wall!

- Why not? - A keg exploded.

Ah, so you come crawling back

Well, Charlie, when we thought it was your birthday...

Ooh, this seems like a whole lot of work.

- And so, surprise. - That was a good shirt.

It mashed right into it. We all thought he was gonna lose it.

- Do what you do best. - All right. Thanks, guys.

And I'm assuming the teeth are fake, yes?

- Got the meatball. - Sit down!

Are you hearing this? Are you hearing this?

- If we can't do that, what does that say about us? - You're right.

Mr. Duncan, we were wondering if you could come to a surprise party for Charlie.

- Oh, let's go. - Oh, yeah, we should take that as a sign, right?

We ought to do something nice for him.

Happy birthday? Oh.

Guys, come over here. This is bizarre, okay?

Oh. Sorry, guys.