Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Love means never having to say, "I have cancer."
- Oh, man, I'm sorry. - It's okay.
I can't do this.
the one day I get invited to play golf with the boss.
I'd like to throw my two cents in her.
Mr. Greenwood, my name's Frank Murphy.
That's when you want to crawl into a cannon, light the fuse...
♪ Come and get your love ♪
This ain't easy.
- He's gonna want to fuck something. - Jesus, Frank!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Well, you're all wired up, Kevin.
That was Whiplash Firestorm, waking you up on this Friday!
Right on time. You're doing a great job on the route.
Go back to sleep, angel! See what you pricks did?
but how can I do that with fucking Bill in the next fucking bed?!
I only like playing my guitar!
I smell freedom.
Wow, that would be a pretty big move.
And as long as we're being honest,
- Frank, I hate my job. - God, I miss that feeling.
Bob Esponja! Bob Esponja! Bob Esponja! Bob Esponja!
Come on, Frank. Pucker up.
It's my fucking house! Why aren't you at school?
They give you shit, you give it right back.
Enjoy your circle jerk, you taint sniffers.
- I can almost lie down. - All right, Kevin.
Now listen, I stuck my neck out to get you in here.
You know what that means? I'm not working.
Thank you for doing what you promised.