Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was in The Wiz in high school.

Well, Angela is the winner.

- Which is insanely painful. - Yeah.

- what are you-- - Hey.

I don't need pity,

- Andy. - Go away. We're running lines.

Hey, I left my glasses down here somewhere.

I'm so freaked out by that. Just go. Go, go, go, go, go.

Well, I guess you needed the money

- All right, have a good trip. Bye - Bye.

Hold up, I'm looking at my spit in the microscope.

God-- sorry. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

more than me, huh?

1,225 dollars, huh? I know a guy who can turn that into $800 dollars

and let the stream bathe your eyeballs.

Of course. Yeah, sure.

Growing up in an orphanage,

- Okay. - I got mad.

I offered myself to Angela, and she turned me down.

- Yes. - All right.

And, if I went back now,

It will only exacerbate the flame, the dangerous flame

I wish we'd started this exercise six months ago.

I can't wash my eyeball. I can't do that.

'cause it's in the rules

and then just kind of flush out your eyes, you know,

I don't like losing. I thought I was going to win.

the opportunity to hang out with your mom more,

just for a handful of Crispix.