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- Okay... - Go sit down.
The reunion, dude. What-what! (CHUCKLES) This shit's on!
Come on, baby. Step over.
Oh.
Stare into my soul and I'll stare into yours.
Look at that stupid look on those two faces.
about your contact with Agent Stone.
Bob Stone?
Holy shit! Robbie Wheirdicht?
What's the rumpus?
- Don't do that. - (IMITATES CRASH)
Drive, drive!
- Agent Stone? - Bob, your friend Bob.
Time out.
Was that the last bro? 'Cause if it was, then I'll talk.
Fuck you!
He's just a little weird kid that I knew in high school.
Don't tell my wife shit. Got it.
Glad to see you haven't changed a bit.
All right, bye.
- Hey, stay down! - Don't move!
All right, everybody, settle down. Settle down!
Sir, you cannot be in here. This is a private airfield.
Uh, good night, Bob.
Okay, fine. I won't go home.
Excuse me!
Bob's last forced psych eval
Robbie Wheirdicht and Calvin The Golden Jet Joyner in my office.
Fuck Mark zuckerburg
I think this whole situation's getting a little out of control.
Okay, sir, we don't need to demean each other here.
How do I get your attention? Make a bird call?
- Okie-dokie. - (GIGGLES)
Hey, baby. I know. I'm sorry I'm late.
he'd probably think I was a total loser.
(SCATTERED CLAPPING)
(SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE)
Down.
Man, I thought high school was gonna be like Sixteen Candles
but then, by the end,
This man is a CIA agent,
BOTH: Here we are shooting Central Intelligence.
Lately, I've been having this problem with my payroll account. And...
Go show them what you got.
Who's this mystery man?
(SIGHS) We're gonna need a plane.
Oh... (STAMMERS)
I'd be super bummed out! I don't want that.
and shoot somebody?
It's about putting it all out there
openly and honestly.
In here and it's kind of all...
Get him, Agent! Hit him with the stick!
everything worked out.
Okay, I'm not sure if that's racist or not,
I'm in.
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
I took a couple classes at work.
There's nowhere to run, Agent Stone.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
that's in your hand.
It's gotta be Harris, right?
The answer when we return
- A banana, force multiplier. - What?
by bringing what I can only assume
Let's switch gears for a second, okay?
(GRUNTS)
I mean, she's gotta be The Black Badger.
(BOB LAUGHS)
Hello, Bob.
- There we go, just right over here. - Fine, take it, take it.
- ... and voice chatter in the vicinity. - CALVIN: Hello! Excuse me!
It's called soul gazing.
Do you wanna move tables? I know this kind of sucks.
It's quite the thing.
but I didn't have many friends back then.
Bob became obsessed with a ghost,
More like P1,000,000X, huh?
Now, before you go, stay seated one second.
If I sat down on a toilet, nothing's coming out.
But that's okay.
Jet, I'm so sorry! Oh, man.
Honey, that's not fair.
I know what the bike is.
Did he get hit by a bus or ripped apart by dogs
How did Bob Stone win homecoming king?
I'm fucking out! I'm out!
- What? No! - Let's roll.
Bye-bye now.
Um, yeah.
What you want to know?
Aw, whoopsie.
(GRUNTS) Here you go, Jet.
the buyer and the seller, they don't know each other.
No one in here is.
(THE BOOGIE BY OUTASIGHT PLAYING)
- Hang tight, Jet! - No, I'm not doing anything!
Farts or just air.
that I ended up peeing in my pants at the finish line.
You get your hands off! Get them off the keyboard!
I think you'll like it.
Now, hand me the firearm
Then why would you ask me?
No! Stop it, you gonna get me killed!
Which means that you are my bulletproof vest!
- I'm swaddling you. - I know what you're doing.
(ALL LAUGH)
'Cause you're freaking out about the reunion?
(CHUCKLING)
Stop. Stop!
So let me exclude myself.
Wait! How did you- What did you just do?
Show us your tits! Show us your tits!
- It is? - What?
It's called soul gazing.
(LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(GRUNTS)
Because he's about to whoop your ass, that's why.
Just like Caracas.
Oh, my goodness.
(EXCLAIMS)
Let's figure it out tomorrow when we're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
You're disappointed about the promotion. I get it.
Six minutes. That's kinda tight.
Most of you knew me back in high school as
Yeah, Bob told me that The Black Badger killed him.
All right, babe, I'll see you later.
Come here, Jet. That was a trachea. (GROANS)
Two of them
she's going to forgive you. It'll all work itself out.
Sit down. Thank you.
- Mr. Joyner. - Yeah.
I'd be the one to die. You know why?
Like, not for finals or graduation or anything.
(CHOKING)
I love you.
two,
She told me that you stole the codes.
Where do you get these jobs? On Craigslist?
Some of you might remember that day.
And once we get those diplomas,
Relax, Mr. Joyner. I believe you.
Hey! I got an idea. Let's roll. Here's my bike.
You think those guys are real?
was such a soundless, crashing disappointment!
For what?
(CHUCKLES)
in all his personnel forms?
Oh, my God!
Yeah, no, it is. I'll take a look at that for you.
It's for real. This is for real, guys, yeah.
not feeling like he's a hero...
if you don't have the right clearances.
Look, he's not The Black Badger...
That's the thing. For me, I-
Jet.
So, I'm thinking we should just meet at home and go together. Thank you.
You are my world. You are what makes me special!
I'm in big trouble.
a figment of his imagination,