Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, don't worry, I'm filming the whole  thing, Impractical Jokers style.
Oh, that's 'cause, well, 'cause he likes her.
-Hey, babe. -What?
Who the fuck made this little white bitch the authority on Blackness?
I'm gonna text Jessi. We should all meet up in the city.
Oh, wait, here's my student film I did when I went to Columbia.
-Come on, man. You like her! -Huh?
You just put your lips together and suck until it lights up.
What then? Would you tell her to dump Michael Angelo and get with me?
How do you talk to Black people?
But, uh... what about, um...
You're, like, way prettier than her.
I don't know. I wish I had one of those code switches.
Michael Angelo put me in his dope-ass art!
I'm never gonna celebrate my birthday ever again.
Oh, he means Magic Johnson.
9/11 makes everyone upset.
♪ What had you expected? Me to make you my art ♪
[screams] Break my body!
And Matthew, well, he's more of a friend at this point.
Goodbye, Nick.
Steve, are you crying because you were lost?
♪ Or affable as you please ♪
There's gonna be ass and chardonnay.
You're stupid, bro. On God, though, I'm trying to get like you.
-What's going on? -What do you mean?
[chuckles nervously]
He knows me, he doesn't have to know my name.
He's a phony who doesn't even know Jessi's name.
-[camera clicks] -Eleven September.
[in New York accent] Hey, taxi, take me to pizza and put a bagel on it!
Why, 'cause you're code switching for pussy?
Or trying to get a hand job from your white wife?
Stop.