Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

basically everything. No snow crabs, you know.

I'm not getting it. So you crawl around on the bed, looking for minerals?

What are you talking about? Mac, do you want to lose this singing contest?

D-D-D-Don't- Don't put me on the spot.

It was terrible, let's try it again, let's try, let's do it again.

Rodriguez is dead

- What? Why? - Yeah, yeah, they all got the flu.

- I'm a, I'm a young guy. - Just kids having fun, right?

Religious stuttering army carnies.

some-some-some bad pussy

so nobody goes nuts or nothing.

I mean, will you use your head?

We're very sick, we have the flu.

How anyone thinks a germ can survive scalding hot food is beyond me.

at the Boyz II Men concert, we need to dazzle them with our harmonies.

What are you doing?

He can, I've seen it.

- Are you kidding me? - What?

You know, if I'm being honest, I'd rather go back to the bar and get drunk,

I think we need to call 911 for you.

Yeah, it's driving you nuts.

This is bullshit! This is bullshit! I feel fine.

Nah, Frank's all trying to shave me and shit.

No! No snow crabs! The shells could lacerate your throats. Absolutely not.

- Oh, my God, I'm loving him in the bathroom. - Me, too.

Ocean's Eleven.

- What? What? What? - What is your problem?

This is the worst flu that Philly has ever seen.

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