Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Help. Help!
Nat!
And for a goof I buried matt in the sand, right up to his neck.
Practically lives there.
I'd go with you, but I'm sober.
[mike] give us the codes, vladimir!
Seriously?
that you don't want to know about.
-what's this word? -"mystery."
I wish my brothers knew I was okay.
This is an honor, team.
poor pat o'sullivan. He could never catch a break.
The restaurant is struggling and I need your help."
No, pat, I'm talking about nat, not matt.
[mike] if that bomb was a fake, then vladimir still has the real one.
Everyone blamed me. I blame myself.
Of course he'll probably be too drunk to answer you.
But if they knew about mermaids and shit like that,
-It's my fault. -No, patty. It's my fault.
"dear mike tyson..."