Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Brat.
I'm like that psychotic son of a bitch?
Just, same as those weeds there.
You afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I'm here? Huh?
You know what?
Will!
Toast? No?
Joyce Byers has called eight times already this morning.
I'm older than you.
All right, knock it off. Let go.
No.
You wanna go out in the world?
Luan Loud Grand Scheme
- We do. But it's... - But what?
- Where's Will? - He'll be here.
look who finally decided to show up.
I don't have to think.
look who finally decided to show up.
Did you see your mom?
Well, well, well,
Nothing ever happens!
It means no Eggos...
It's almost more like a feeling.
- Is Will here? - You know what?
What do you think? We're looking for Dart.
I just know things now.
and that kid, Max...
Well, congratulations.
- Because I'm a girl? - What? No!
Why don't we look it up? B-R-A-T.
Will, wake up!
Wait!
But that must just be a coincidence, right?
Well, well, well.
Mama!
Hi, Max.
what if you didn't have to use words?
You lie!
You know, I thought you guys wanted me in your party.
Let us out of here!
Hello?
I'm assuming you're behind me.