[birds chirping]
-[phone chimes] -Hey, Devin and Devon are having
a New Year's Eve party tonight.
Oh! New Year's.
When the ball drops, you better find someone
to kiss your balls as they drop into their mouth. [chuckles]
Hey-yo! The producers are finally letting me write my own jokes.
Cool. "Please join us for a Re-New Year's Eve party
as we renew our vows for the year ahead.
Black-tie enforced"?
Do you think that little shit Nick is gonna be there?
Because if he is, that party is gonna turn into a fucking funeral, brother.
I was this close to touching a real-life boob, and Nick ruined it!
You should go to the bastard's house and give him a piece of your mind.
Oh, you're right. I should!
I'm gonna go let him have it, Marty Glouberman style.
Yes! Ask for a refund on your friendship.
No one fucks with Andrew, baby!
You're a man, Andrew, with a dick of steel and a gun for an ass.
Go get 'em!
-[chimes] -I don't wanna show up
at a shitty New Year's Eve party with a dumb broken leg.
Not to mention your cast smells like a pile of hot Band-Aids.
This is all your fault, Walter.
[laughs] My fault?
You broke your own damn leg,
you pocket diva.
No, no, no, no, no. You made me fall in love with Jessi.
Then you made me hate everybody and go down that stupid fucking mountain.
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!
I did all of that?
Yeah, you're the reason my life sucks.
You know what? Fuck this.
I am D-O-N-E done with your sniveling ass.
Toodle-oo, bitch!
Hey, where do you think you're going?
Don't you dare leave while I'm fucking talking.
-[grunting] -Get off me, you weak-ass gimp!
Dr. Birch, I need to talk to your miserable son.
And I need to talk to whoever cuts your hair because you look dynamite,
and I love you.
[both grunting]
[screams, rattles] Don't you ever grab a grown worm's tail!
-[inhales] Nicholas Birch-- Whoa! Jesus! -[both grunting]
What the hell is that thing?
Oh, shit. I'm sure they'll be right out.
-[toilet flushes] -Do not go in there
unless you want to see doo-doo in the sink!
["Changes" by Charles Bradley plays]
♪ I'm going through changes ♪
♪ Oh, in my life ♪
♪ Oh! Ooh! Ooh! ♪
Maury, what the fuck was that snake thing?
Not a snake, a hate worm.
They're creatures that infect your soul with a lust for animus and violence.
So, like, bad vibes?
Yeah, bad vibes.
But now Nick is outta your life.
He's Criminal Minds, baby. He's canceled.
He's off the air, and we don't care.
But, Maury, we gotta get Nick back!
You can't lose eight kids and not expect a pay cut, man!
I'm trying to buy a trampoline over here!
Why should we help Nick? Did you not hear about my titty tragedy?
Pretty please, Maury?
With a booger on top?
Ugh, fine. I'll help. But only for you, Rick.
You know, Rick once helped me out of a Costco.
You can't find the exit in those places.
You just gotta look for the entrance.
The entrance is the exit, man!
Voilà, baby!
All right, I'll come, but only because I, too, have been lost in a Costco,
and it is scary.
Road trip!
-Ah! -Pack your bags, baby!
The girls are headed to sunny San Diego!
Whoo-hoo!
-[Mona] Ooh, a New Year's Eve party! -[buzzing]
Missy, let's get out of this dirty fart room
and see some actual human beings.
Fuck that! You don't want to see those lowlifes.
-[knock at door] -Who the fudge is that?
Don't make me go in there, Monica. [stammers] She's a hate bomb.
But it's your turn, Cyrus.
-[crinkles] -[Cyrus groans]
-[exhales] Okay, you can do this. -[tense music plays]
She's just a 13-year-old girl.
If you're here to calm me down, fat man, it's not gonna happen!
[Cyrus] Hey now, honey.
I, uh, just wanted to tell you
-I know how you feel. -[bomb ticking, beeping]
-Let me get this straight, Dad. -[exhales]
You think a 50-year-old, bald nerd who wears a radish bra knows how I feel?
[Cyrus] Well, now, I--I don't wear the bra.
Ooh! Drop some salt on this old bitch.
-You want to know how I feel, Cyrus Byrus? -[tense music rises]
-Well, I hate you and I hate your wife! -You mean your mother?
And I hate Jessi, I hate Ali, Nick,
my messed-up hair, my gross bacne,
and I hate carob too!
It doesn't taste like chocolate, it tastes like crap!
[Cyrus] Oh, Missy! Not carob!
-Fuck carob and fuck you too! [screams] -[high-pitched beep]
[Cyrus] Oh, shit!
How'd it go?
[sizzling] Let's just say, "I wear the bra."
-You do? -No!
[both kissing] Mmm.
Ah, Jay's pants car is a Wonderland.
I just found this sexy pair of Emeril Lagasse bootcut jeans from 2002.
I am having a weirdly amazing time.
Me too, and look! A pair of pants with a butt zipper.
They're perfect for getting your ass eaten on the go.
-Ugh. -Hey, Matthew,
what has 50 teeth and a big brown eye in the middle?
Huh? What's that? I can't write my own jokes anymore?
Okay, well, I guess you don't want the show to be funny.
Hey, Matthew. I was thinking,
maybe we can go to the Devins' New Year's party,
dot, dot, dot, together?
-Yes, yes! -Yes.
-Yes? -Yes!
Yes!
[howls]
New Year's wolf!
Come on, Matthew, howl with me.
-Well, I don't know if howling's my thing… -Oh.
…'cause I'm more of a swan, bitch.
♪ New Year's Swan! ♪
Oh!
You know what would really make your dirty swan ass shit out an egg?
[laughs]
If we took this naughty girl for a spin.
Wait, what? This car turns on?
Duh! It's only got 600,000 miles on it.
Come on, how about a little joyride?
Oh, shit! This kid is a madman.
-What the fuck are you wearing? -It's a denim gimp suit, after all.
-Matthew, I absolutely love it. -[Jay] Ha ha!
-Here we go! -Jay, no. It's icy out.
This is an old car. You're a child. You can't be on the road.
Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads,
'cause I drive on the sidewalk, baby.
-[tires squeal] -[screams]
-[both grunt] -You better back the fuck up!
-Ah! Wait. Wait. -[rattles]
Where are you going? You can't just leave me here.
[laughs] Bitch, I just did.
Shit!
Excuse me, sir, I need a little help.
-Hey, octopus lady-- -Uh, no.
-You, walking clump of noodles-- -Sorry, I don't have any change.
Jesus, everyone up here's an asshole too.
Wah wah, take it to the Complaints Department, kid.
The Complaints Department? Perfect. Where--where is that?
Follow me. I'm gonna complain about how my dick pops out of my head
every time I get pissed off.
Look at this thing.
I just don't get why Missy is so angry.
She had an idea, I had an idea. People just liked mine more.
People. Like. Your. Shit! You can't help it.
That's called charisma. Seahorse Ronan got the same problem.
-I think her name is Saoirse. -No, that's not a name.
Jessi, didn't Missy try talking to you about how you took over her affinity group
and you kind of blew her off?
I mean, I remember her coming up to me at school,
but I don't really remember anything she said.
Now, see, if Seahorse was saying it, you'd remember that shit.
Well, there's this bummer guy at the office and he sort of sucks a lot,
but I think he might be able to help you.
-[sinister music plays] -Ha ha! That's right, Sonya,
because sometimes shame is so very appropriate.
Oh, God, not him. He's awful.
I was just gonna say the same thing about you.
Whoa, what's happening? Is that me?
Yes, you're experiencing this moment with Missy through her eyes.
[Missy] Jessi, you took over my affinity group,
and I'm not saying that you need to smooch my booty, but you know what?
You should apologize!
Fine. I am sorry, I guess, for helping you get rid of the mascot,
-which is exactly what you wanted. -Ooph!
Damn. This didn't seem bitchy to you at the time?
[Missy] That's not…
I don't think you should come to the affinity group meetings anymore.
Oh, no, I can't come to your boring meetings?
That's such a bummer.
Aw…
Oh, God, I said all that?
-Oh, I'm so ashamed. -[in sing-song] Nailed it!
I just rolled right over her without realizing it.
Who acts like that?
Most of the time it is the white people.
[hesitantly] Also, back then, you were so into Ali,
you didn't give a hot shit about anyone else,
and that's kind of my fault.
No, no, that's on me.
Ladies, please.
It's all your faults.
#BlameWomen!
[indistinct chatter]
So you'd like to lodge a complaint against your daughter.
-[Cyrus] She says I wear a radish bra. -Well, do you wear the bra?
-No, I don't wear a bra! -Okay, sir, no need to holler. Hooph!
Between you and me, I think he wears the bra.
-What? -How can I help you, cutie pie?
One of your goddamn hate worms left me here to die.
Oh, dearie, well, that isn't super-duper, is it? [laughs]
-Name? -Nick Birch.
Oh, boy. You have quite the file here.
Yeah, because I've been fucked over by every monster you've ever given me.
Walter, Rick, Tyler, the Shame Wizard, Tito, Connie!
This whole operation is a shit show.
Gosh, I don't care for the cusses, Mr. Denis Leary.
I don't give a rat's ass, I want answers. I want to speak to whoever is in charge.
Oh, well, that's actually a great idea.
Good. Finally.
A-a little respect. Thank you.
-End of the hall, red elevator, top floor. -[eerie music plays]
Well, go on now.
It's just the one with the throbbing red door.
Uh…
Oh, it's okay, sweetheart, you're just getting what you asked for.
-[eerie sting] -[light crackles]
Okay, well, Nick was with a hate worm named Walter,
and this is the Hate Division.
This place gives me the creeps, Maury!
What if get too scared
-and I doo-doo in a sink? -Ahh!
-[Andrew] Oh, my God. -Holy shit!
Andrew Glouberman?
-Guys, come here, it's him. -[groans]
You're that hateful maniac that yanked that kid out of his wheelchair.
Fuck, I love you!
Oh, remember when he went to the Nazi meeting?
You're such a dick! Hey, do you think I could get a selfie?
Maury, I-I'm uncomfortable with my new celebrity.
Well, you did do all those things.
-Ooh! Do something terrible right now. -Excuse me?
Stab me! Stab me in the ear. It would be an honor.
Yeah, come on, asshole. Do it.
Stab him in the neck, not the ear.
What is this, a fucking Claire's?
Walter, we were just looking for you. Where's Nick?
No clue, Maurice.
I left that little dribble of piss to rot and die.
Completely understandable.
And what exactly are you doing here?
Uh, looking for Nick.
[laughs] You know he thinks you're a hemorrhoid with glasses, right?
Those were his exact words?
[rattles] Doesn't that make you just hate his little guts?
-I mean… -You need a hate worm, and I'm tech avail.
Well, you have done incredible work with Nick.
Oh, honey. I'm the best.
But no, no, I can't. I know what it's like to go to those dark and angry places.
And I don't hate Nick. I want to help him.
-[groans] -Boo!
-What a crock! -Never meet your heroes.
Come on, Maury, we gotta keep looking for that mean little asshole.
-Ugh, fine. Wait, where's Rick? -[toilet flushes]
Go! Go! Go! I did it! I doo-doo'd the sink!
What? Why do you keep flushing, then?
I like the sound, man! Just go! Run! Run! Run! Run!
Oh, Knights of St. Joseph, I'm in utter shambles,
for my relationship with Jay seems, like, totally done-zo!
Please, your grace,
I beg of thee not to roost in such sorrow.
But I hurt him so badly, and it was absolutely on purpose.
Just as I asked my hamster Eli after his untimely death,
"Why do we microwave the ones we love the most?" [thuds]
-[sobs] -You know, 'tis only a matter of time
before we see the inside of that microwave.
Shall we tell her of the prophecy?
Prophecy? [sniffles]
Of what prophecy… [gasps]
…do you talk of?
Your Highness, we speak of a prophecy delivered unto thee years ago
about your romantic destiny.
Listening.
Who's that?
-Ah, 'tis thee as a babe, Your Majesty. -[angelic choir] ♪ Ah! ♪
Like, honestly, goo-goo.
Tiny princess, thou are fated to find a love pure of heart.
Neither father nor mother shall he have.
And, uh, a crown shalt rest upon his head.
Oh, my goo-goo.
Oh, my God, this is stunning news.
That prophecy totally refers to Jay.
[gasps] He's my true love!
Well, it may refer to many suitors, My Queen.
No, it's totally him!
Jay is basically an orphan, and the crown is his spiky hair!
-Case closed! -I worry that you're reaching, My Lady.
Yeah, reaching for the microwave if you don't shut up.
-Oh yeah, case closed. -Yeah, no, I think it's Jay.
Get ready, Jay, this queen is coming for her fucking king!
[typing] What the barf is that?
I know you don't want to talk to me,
but there's someone else who might know how you feel.
Hey, girl!
We are not her girl. Hang up!
No! I want to see her face when I rip her a new dookie chute.
Why'd you call, Quinta? To fart down my throat?
Okay, no, I've actually been feeling bad
about how things went down on Thanksgiving.
-What? -Fuck that.
And Uncle Cyrus said you've been holed up in your room all break,
pissing in jars and shit.
You don't look too good. You okay?
What do you care how I look?
You said my braids look like Frederick Douglass.
[chuckling] I'm sorry.
As funny as that was, you didn't deserve it.
-Yeah, I didn't. -Come on, let me help you with your hair.
Yes, please!
Bump that noise.
This piece of shit can't help you. She's a piece of shit.
-[Missy] Ah! -She's not a piece of shit! She's Quinta!
She's my favorite one in the whole family.
-[Missy straining] -She knows cool music and calls men hoes!
Yeah, she's my cousin…
[grunts] …and I love her!
No, no, no, Missy, hang up.
Quinta! I want your help!
Okay, why are you yelling, girl?
Chill out.
-[elevator dings] -Oh, what the hell?
Kroll Show? Oh, Hello on Broadway?
Huh, Big Mouth.
[knocks on door] Hello?
-Hey! Yeah, come in. -[Nick] Whoa!
Yeah, yeah, come on in.
Look at you! Little me. You look great.
What the fuck?
Who are you, and why do you look, like, so weird?
I'm, uh, Nick Kroll, creator of Big Mouth,
and I guess, like, grown-up, real-life you.
That's very strange.
Oh, yeah, I know.
It's a very big swing. We'll see if it works, but not right now.
Right now, we're gonna cut to the next scene.
"Next scene"? What?
"Interior: Jay's Pants Car."
Jay has a pants car? That sounds fun!
-[car horns honking] -Holy shit, Maury. This is insane.
I know. And why does Jay have a "Baby on board" sign?
Is there a baby under the pants?
-Driving wolf! [howls] -Whoa, Jay, what the hell are you doing?
What? I like to speed and throw pants out the window at strangers.
-[grunts] -[tires squeal]
I have proof who the Ponytail Killer is. It's-- [grunts]
Oh, my God. That guy just got hit by a car!
♪ Driving swan! ♪
No. No driving swan.
Stop the car, Jay. Stop the car!
-[tires squeal] -[both grunt]
[sighs] Wow!
I didn't even fly through the windshield this time.
I'm getting better at this.
Holy shit! You're insane, Jay.
Yeah! Thank you! Let's make out.
No! You almost killed us.
You're like a--a feral beast that needs to be put down before it bites a toddler.
Wait. I thought that's what you liked about me.
I thought so too, until you caused that violent denim pile up.
"Violent denim pile up"?
That's what I call my threesomes with Jay Leno
and his lovely wife of 40 years,
Mavis Leno.
Oh, I see.
Perfect Matthew doesn't want a "hit-and-run on his permanent record."
You probably don't think I should be driving.
Of course not! You just crashed into a fire hydrant, Jay!
You know what?
Maybe a wolf and a swan are just too different.
One's a dog, and the other's a water chicken.
"A water chicken"? How are we in the same grade?
Yeah. I get it, Matthew.
You're better than me, you're smarter than me,
and you never use your toenails as a toothpick.
Well, guess what,
Mr. Fancy Fountain at the Mall?
I don't wanna go to the New Year's party with you anymore.
Well, good, because I don't wanna go to the party with you.
Perfect. Sounds like we're all getting what we want.
-[tires squeal] -Oh…
[Missy] Okay, last one.
I'm gonna slide this down.
Ow! Oh, it hurts.
[chuckles] Of course it hurts, Titties. You're tender-headed. It'll get easier.
-[Missy winces loudly] -And you look amazing! Babe alert!
More like Amber Alert.
Who the fuck is this ugly bitch that kidnapped Missy?
[Jessi knocks at door] Hey, Missy? Are you in there?
Jessi? What the hell do you want?
[Jessi] I came to apologize.
Hell no! Tell her to get her raggedy ass
-out of here. -Um…
Maybe you should hear her out.
Usually, when a white chick shows up at our house,
they've come to put their face in Lena's puss.
Well, that's not my preference, but maybe you're right.
-Okay, bye, Quinta! -Have fun getting eaten out.
Hey.
You know, if the apology doesn't work, eating her out is a good Plan B.
Um, I… like your hair.
Boom! If Jessi likes it, you know it's trash.
Yeah, I'm kinda busy.
So if you're just gonna stand there like some dumbass statue…
Right, right, right. Sorry.
Um, so, speaking of dumbasses…
[chuckles]
…I would like to apologize for engaging in dumbassery of the highest order.
Ooph, I farted that one.
Jessi, I think it's time to do oral.
Oh, that apology was weak!
Missy, tell this redheaded potato to fuck off.
You were supposed to be my friend.
-And you completely bulldozed me. Twice. -Mm-hmm!
-I know. I did do that. -[gentle music plays]
It was shitty, and I feel like such an asshole,
and I really am so sorry.
And I miss you.
Boo, you whore!
Yeah. I kinda miss you too.
What are you doing?
This asshole admitted she's an asshole. Why are you giving her an out?
Because she's eating shit,
and it's not often you see an asshole eating shit.
Usually it's quite the opposite.
Maybe I'll see you at the party tonight?
Yeah, maybe.
Great. Um, bye, Missy.
Bye, Jessi.
What the hell was that? "Bye, Jessi. Maybe I'll go to the party."
I don't want to be hateful anymore, Rochelle.
I'm a loving person!
-You're a fucking dork! -Yeah, I'm a dork.
-And I love that about myself. -What?
-I love my dorky mom, my dorky dad… -[wincing] Oh, shit!
-…and his dorky radish bra. -Fuck all them!
-And you know what? I love dorky carob! -No!
-Yes! -Oh!
-No! -It's delicious, caffeine-free,
and packed with calcium!
-Ahh! -[Mona] Amen!
And heck, I love you, Mona!
-I love you too, darling. -[grunts]
You flimsy bitches are pathetic.
Well, you're not.
You've really helped me to stand up for myself, Rochelle.
And darn it, I gotta say it.
Don't you dare.
-I love you too! -[screams]
-[groaning, yelping] -[Missy] Ah!
-[Mona] Oh, shit! -[Missy whimpers]
[continues groaning]
Oh, my God, Rochelle. Are you okay?
I… am… fabulous!
Just fabulous.
Look at my cute-ass wings!
I missed being a lovebug.
Yeah, I missed being a lovebug too!
You look amazing, by the way!
Almost as good as your hair, girl.
[gasps] You like it? I knew you were lying.
I was, baby girl. I was just hangry. You know how that is.
So let me get this straight.
You're using me and this whole show to work through your own shit
from when you were a kid?
Well, mine and all the other writers', but… but yeah, mostly mine.
What the fuck?
Where do you get the gall to create me just to torture me?
Great use of the word "gall."
No, you're the writer, you wrote that line.
Y-you're just complimenting yourself.
No, we're writing this together right now, you and me.
Look, it's blank. What do you want to say next?
I want to know what I'm doing up here.
Well, you demanded to be up here because you're such a hateful little shit
and you wanted somebody to blame.
Honestly, you're making me look bad.
You're making me look bad.
We're making each other look bad.
Okay, so what the hell are we supposed to do about it?
Well, personally, I'm doing quite well, but maybe you could go fuck yourself.
-What? -[chuckles] I'm kidding. I'm joking.
This scene needs some jokes, but honestly, all joking aside,
you are being a whiny little bitch.
You know what? Fuck you, Nick Kroll.
This is my life.
I'm being screwed over at every turn…
[stammers] …and everybody hates me.
Yeah, because hate is what you are putting out there, man!
It's not my fault. Walter came in and--
No, no.
No. I don't wanna hear about Walter, and I don't want to hear about Rick.
[as Rick] Okay, man?
[normal voice] We all have our own monsters, hormones,
anxiety, depression, hate.
It's all about how you deal with them.
Your monsters are you.
-What? -Yeah.
It's all you, buddy.
So all the shit I've been blaming Walter for is kind of my fault?
Yeah, basically.
You wanted to know who's in charge? Well, it's you.
Fuck me.
[chuckles] Yeah! That's why I said, "Go fuck yourself!"
So, I'm all alone?
[chuckles] No, you got your crazy family that loves you too much,
you got all your horny little friends that jerk off all the time.
Oh, speaking of, there's the horniest of your little pervy buddies now.
-[Nick] Y-you mean Andrew? -Yeah. Oh, look, he's all sweaty.
I think he's been looking for you, or jerking off, or both.
Wow. He really is a good friend, isn't he?
Yeah, he really is.
So it's just about the end of the scene.
Is there anything else you'd like to ask your future self?
Yeah. Does, um…
Does my, uh, my dick get bigger?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, it--it gets bigger.
Does it get, like, like, big?
It--it gets bigger.
Oh. Oh, okay.
Yeah.
Hey, Andrew.
Oh, Nick, I found you!
I can't believe you came for me, even though I've been such an asshole.
Listen, I know how tempting it is to hate,
but I'm choosing love, honey.
Because I love you, Nick.
I love you too, buddy.
-[whooshing] -Oh! That melts my heart.
[Nick] Walter!
Hello, my big-headed angel baby.
You're back.
Sweetheart, I never left.
Well, but you were a hate worm.
And I loved being a hate worm,
but I hated not being a lovebug.
Wow, they're really "going through changes," huh, Maury?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the song. LOL.
Listen, can I write my own jokes again?
No, I--I don't like saying 'em.
-Hold on. You voice me? -Yeah.
Oh, bummer! I thought I was Will Arnett.
Yeah, a lot of people think that.
-Wow, that's, uh… That's disappointing. -Well, maybe people think that I'm Bojack.
No, nobody thinks that.
Yeah, I know.
-[music playing over stereo] -All right! I'm DJ Pendejo,
and this is Devin and Devon's Re-New Year's Rockin' New Year's Eve!
-[DJ air horn plays] -And now,
to re-New Year their vows, your hosts,
Ryan Seahorse and Seahorse Ronan!
Devin, I vow to look at the ground when other girls are nearby.
Even my mommy.
Devon, I vow to be your loving wife
until high school starts.
-[all cheering] -Okay, make sure you find someone
to do kissies with at midnight, or you'll turn into a pumpkin,
and I should know because I'm a pumpkin.
[Jay sighs]
I don't think I'll be kissing anyone tonight, Steve.
I guess I'm just destined to ride this Earth alone
in a car full of pants with no one in the passenger seat.
I have seeds and orange spaghetti in my brain.
Oh, all right! Music. That's a fun choice.
Oh, God, there's Jessi. I think I should go talk to her.
Yeah, you do that.
I'm gonna hit the dance floor and jiggle this creamy bowl of chowder.
[dance music playing]
Wow. Andrew's butt is hypnotic.
I can't look away.
Yeah, it really is shockingly the story of the season.
Uh, hey, guys. Happy New Year!
Missy! You came!
Are you here to kick my ass again?
Lead with love, baby.
No, I'm--I'm here to apologize for gossiping about you
and for ripping out your retainer
and dunking your favorite highlighter in the boys' toilet.
-What? -I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
This was before I actually got to beat your ass.
Okay, well, I guess it's a new year,
so let's start fresh?
[sighs] I'd like that very, very much.
May I ask, is anyone else feeling the gravitational pull
from Andrew's sweet ass to the dance floor right now?
Yeah, let's do it!
Hey, Jessi, can we, uh… Can we talk for a second?
What does this little Bilbo Baggins bitch want?
What's up, Nick?
Um, I just wanted to say that-- that I've been a real asshole to you.
Yeah, no shit.
Just 'cause you didn't like me back doesn't mean I get to hate you.
Yeah! Double no shit.
And I'm sorry, 'cause it's my fault,
and I totally fucked up.
Oh! I bet you a woman wrote that line.
Um, thanks. I appreciate that.
Happy New Year, Jessi?
Happy New Year, Nick.
Kiss him. Then headbutt him. And then kiss him again.
-What? -I know! I know I'm crazy.
-It's New Year's Eve! -[grunts]
Hey, guys.
Listen up, Jay Bilzerian, you are my destiny.
Lola, what are you doing?
Jay, what I did to you was assuredly heinous.
-And I feel grape remorse about it. -You do?
I know we've had our rough patches, Jay,
but I truly think we're perfect for each other.
We're both passionate, deeply neglected,
and we've redefined horniness for a generation… [chuckles, snorts]
…insomuch we're meant to be together.
Oh, my God. Am I actually gonna fight Lola for Jay?
Is that who I am now?
It's who you've always been, Matty Boom-Boom.
Now go! Go fight for that uncut beef balloon.
Fuck! Maybe you're right, Lola.
I guess we do make sense.
-Jayzerian RicFlairian Bilzerian! -[howls] Matthew?
I know you said a wolf and a swan wouldn't work--
-'Cause one's a dog and the other's-- -A water chicken, yes.
But you make me happy, Jay.
So I want a wolf, a hairy, crazy, uncut wolf.
What in the wide world of shorts is happening right now?
I like him, Lola. What can I say?
Well, too bad. You're a day late and a dick short.
Jay and I just got back together. Right, Jay?
Jay, is that true?
Oh, fuck. Fuck! Hold on. Ah, shit!
-Well, Jay? -Who's it gonna be?
-Yeah, who's it gonna be? -[sighs] Matthew, I'm sorry.
-But I'm choosing you. -What?
And Lola, you're the one that I'm not choosing,
because Matthew's my choice.
-Oh! -What the fuck, Jay?
I'm sorry, Lola.
-But I've seen what two wolves can do. -[gentle music plays]
They tear each other apart,
but Matthew makes me feel good.
Maybe it's time I get my sock wet with a water chicken.
I can't believe you, Jay.
I hope you have a crappy New Year.
[punches, grunts, sobs]
All right, folks, we're ten seconds away
-from Rosh Hashanah! -[kids counting down]
Quick consent to kiss you in front of everyone?
-Happy wolf! -[kids] Five, four…
-♪ Happy swan! ♪ -…three, two, one. [cheers]
-[Missy] Happy New Year! -Happy ass!
Ooh, nice ass, Maurice.
If you stick your hand in there,
it'll look like you're breaking up a fight.
-What if I stick my foot in? -[laughs]
[both grunting]
We really put these children through the wringer this year, didn't we?
We sure as hell did.
No, no, no, no, no. They did it to themselves.
That's what we learned this season. We are them.
We're them? Wait. Fuck that. I'm me.
Well, apparently I'm Nick Kroll.
Hold up! I thought you was Will Arnett.
Do you still want to bury your foot in my ass?
Oh, Maury.
-I want to put my whole head up there. -Wait, what?
-[splat] -Ooh!
Yeah! [grunts]
-Agh… -Happy New Year, everybody!
-["Devil Inside" by INXS plays] -♪ Devil inside, the devil inside ♪
♪ Every single one of us The devil inside ♪
♪ The devil inside Devil inside ♪
♪ Every single one of us The devil inside ♪
♪ Devil inside ♪
♪ Every single one of us The devil inside ♪
♪ Here come the world ♪
♪ With the look in its eye ♪
♪ Future uncertain but certainly slight ♪
♪ We look at the faces Listen to the bells ♪
♪ It's hard to believe We need a place called hell ♪
♪ A place called hell ♪
♪ The devil inside ♪
♪ The devil inside… ♪
[song fades]