Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I get a nine.
Oh, hey, Brendan.
Oh.
Hey, let me ask you something, Paula.
What time is it?
I hate his mother.
Because I'm not a girl.
My paralyzed best friend.
No.
Whoops.
I can't.
Over and out.
But you said you were going to call the police.
Yeah, but it was Fenton's mom.
Melissa, do you think Jason knows to take his thumb off the button so he can hear us?
What do you want to do for fun, mateys?
That was wrong.
Where they belong.
Say you too.
Please!
Yes.
Hello, domain name registry.
Hi.
Sell me like your little life depended on it because one day it will.
I get a nine, which means I win again.
And you're fat and have bad skin, and I'm thin and have small pores.
So what's the police going to do?
Sleep tight.
We're three sailors on shore leave.
A bunch of girls playing hopscotch, skipping rope?
Well, I'll tell you what you'll be selling.
Not bad.
Can you do that?
Let's not.