Duration: 1m26s

Now, this is what I'm fucking talking about. This is so fucked up. Calm down, you'll get to hang out with that gypsy girl you like. - I don't like her. - Oh, yes, you do. That's why you didn't deny being a photographer for Time magazine. You can hang out with her, I can have vaginal sex with Lenore. It all works out! We can even go visit my old army buddy, Stinky. Stinky? Which tiki bar are they in? Oh, shit. Shit. Shit. - What's that? - It's Meredith. - Please, I've got to answer that. - Ah, tell her to fuck off. Grandpa! I'm just gonna check the testosterone levels on your phone first. Grandpa, give me my phone now! Just as I thought. Pretty low. This is Meredith calling... Shit! Now, look what you did, you dropped it in the car's vagina. God damn it, I have to put it on speaker. - Don't say anything. - I will not say a word. Ballbags! Hey! Who was that? No one. We're in a restaurant. Sorry. "Who's that?" - What's up? - Okay... Well, I really want them to post our wedding announcement on the New York Times website before our rehearsal brunch Friday, so I just wanted to run your section back to you. Yeah, you know, now's really not a good time... Jason? Can we just do this please? "Can we do this now?" - "Jason Richard Kelly, son of..." - Doctor Smegma Von BoxMunchers." "David and Brooke, is a junior associate at the law firm of..." - "Cream pie fart and donkey punch!" - Okay, who is that? It's no one. It's a waiter with pretty bad Tourette's, I think...