Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh shit! Mom.
a pear-shaped boy in a Lycra dress with cutouts.
unless they're still super Christian.
Oh yeah, he's cute.
Turns out Greeny's a racist and an anti-Semite.
I just really didn't want you to feel excluded,
It's not my fault nobody's hooking up. Just fucking kiss each other.
[in robotic voice] Ultimate boner achieved.
Oh no. I made a brown bubble bath in my dirty diapey doo-doo.
-All right, I'm in, 'cause you are. -Right, same. 'Cause you are.
He can't be an extra. We're talking about him.
What the fuck, Jay?
-Insexiou-- -Oh!
[Matthew] Oh God!
I'm sorry, what?
If you're not there, you're a total fucking loser.
If our kids are making out, it should be in secrecy and in shame.
Hey, Elijah.
Nick, I remember when I was your age,
-Okay. -You're like a police officer, Jay.
What a fucking clit tease.
♪ Death, disease, and grim despair ♪
Everyone's there.
-so I can tongue your throat. -Okay.
while your little dick rots on the bone.
So, should we get each other hard on a pile of Nick's old baby clothes?
-I am so there. -Man, that attic looks lit.
I think you're right.
-Are you okay, honey? -Uh…
♪ In my life ♪
Well? What do you think? Pretty great, huh?
Okay, careful. One more step.
[Jay] Oh no! My pants car!
Yeah, I'm more into cousins anyway.
Ooh, Nick, what kind of Wi-Fi do you have in your attic?
Oh. Are you talking to us?