Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh... yeah.
Yeah.
Why don't the two of you just go fucking tag team that ass?
- All right! - Take your shirt off.
- Ah! That's great. - Yep.
- Oh. - (growling)
(knocking)
Oh, chicken. Chicken chicken chicken.
Wait, Mira?
so just give me a call or whatever.
- Let's do a drink. - No.
Mandy loved cheese.
Do you want to tag team it together and then high-five each other?
- Estate law. - No way.
And maybe if you were cut and chiseled, right?
- I'm sorry. - No.
(couple moaning)
Hey, sorry.
I don't want to cross the line, you know, now that...
- Just like the old days, man. - I remember that.
Ups and downs. More downs now, but...
and he'd just start yelling for me to make out with my friend Peg.
Well, at least you got work.
- Come on. - Pour.
Hi. The host needs a bartender out there.
- That's just a room, so... - Okay, but...
Anybody need drinks? We all have drinks?
What are we doing?
God, this job sucks.
Is that why you've been so pissy today?
I can demonstrate how to do the drinking part.
- Who's in? - I'm in.
Well, the good news is I just happen to have
- She's wrong. - It's what you tell me all the time.
Well, that is because I wanted it to be classy.
To them sex is a big deal like sports or flags.
which... she said it was a compliment.
- The host? - Yes.
- That's the lot. - Wow.
- They gotta down 'em, you know? - Right right right.
Take your shirt off.
That's me, a bartender.
- A drink. - No way.
Oh. I won't tell him that.
It's okay, I understand.
- That's why we're here. - You don't understand.