Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on. Come on.
You son of a bitches are welcome to come to Detroit anytime!!!
All right, go. It's a race. Come on.
He'll get up.
AS LONG AS YOU BASTARDS ARE RUNNING THINGS NO YANKEE IS EVER COMING TO HOUSTON
Look how tense you are.
"Let's call the sons of bitches, go visit them in New York."
Hey, you tell that son of a bitch no Hansen is ever flying on spirit airlines.
I know, it's just something you have to say.
This son of a bitch is ice cold.
- Hello. - Hello.
I trust Brendan, he is my friend.
...and... I get up.
We're cranking along pretty good. We're almost up to 50 degrees.
I know. I know.
WHy unity mode?! Why unity mode?!
You a big drinker, George?
How do you oversleep at the Olympics?
How much did you lose by? I don't even know.
Well, maybe not as much as this bastard.
Till this bastard over here says:
זה צריך לצאת היום מה לצאת היום ?
It’s Thursday! Thursday??
Hey, believe me, if I had been with you there in Barcelona...
Yeah, he's Trinidadian and Tobagan.
It was a cold winter's night in Timbuktu.
...for the Himalayan walking shoe yet?
You tell that liberal commie, that no skeleton crew member is eatin wagwan food
...and I want you to show them a good time.