Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't wanna hear it. We need to get our shit together!

after asking Keeley where you were and scootin' my boot right over, that is.

[players murmuring]

[blows raspberry]

[players chattering]

Not now, not ever.

[chanting continues, faint]

-Good, right? Cool. -Mm-hmm.

Where I learned football.

I'm sorry, Roy,

So what do you say?

-That's my wife. -Hmm.

She does not actually exist, so something's up.

-[growling stops] -Fuck, you're amazing.

[growling continues]

Now these next few months might be tricky,

but believe me, it will all work out.

This isn't what I'm meant to do.

than they ever thought they were capable of being.

-This is like my church. -Oh?

Oh, I hate free coffee anyway, always tastes so, um…

No, it's impossible.

and guess what a bunch of little pricks are gonna go and do out there,

Maybe you're writing letters to a hung poet.

No, er-- Um, it's, uh, A Taste of Athens in T-Tooting.

Sorry. It's just this mystery man that I've been talking to on Bantr

that romantic comedies with folks like Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan or, uh,

Game day suit. I love it.

So, this is my mom and dad's favorite restaurant

You're an asshole.

But nowadays they play on whatever day they feel like,

Space-time continuum?

Exactly as it's supposed to.

You don't need to be loud, Nathan. You just need to be commanding.

But I have a secret:

-The dark arts? -No, no.

We need to stop playing like shit!

See that block of flats?

Um, we have an inquiry from AFC Wrexham.