Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on now, Coach. It is what it is.

All right, man. Let's go.

-Where? -Mind your fucking business.

[chuckles] So where did we leave off?

I mean, look, I only did it because you inspired me to.

Why did you send me your address?

Can't say that, mate. I'm sorry.

-[grunts] Oops. -[James] Ah.

-All right. After training. -[Colin gagging]

Oh, bloody hell.

can we not do this again sometime?

-[sighs] -I mean it.

I have water and I have wine.

Okay, what do you, uh--

Oh! I'm just in here until my office exists.

Yeah, all right now, Doc. Take care.

Do you have any idea where she might be getting this from?

'cause it's you singing "Tonight" from West Side Story,

Otherwise, what's the point?

Tell me you didn't eat the prawn cocktail.

[gasps] Say fucking yes!

Well, I try to love my dad for who he is and forgive him for who he isn't.

There's nothing you can say. It is what it is. It's a write-off.

-It is too late. -Guys, one at a time, please.

Yes, I think I am.

Listen, we can still have dinner. Okay? It doesn't have to be a date.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ain't no ring on these fingers.

I really should get some rest. [sighs]

No, 'cause he eats bugs for money.

[stammers] Not now.

So you'll need to rest for a few days, okay?

[Bridget] I doubt you'll make any headway with Coach Lasso

Usually women use those small handheld purses on dates.

Here you are. Get on that, kiddo.

None of your fucking business.

Thank you, Sam.

[in deep voice] Then I'll talk to you in twenty minutes. Sling Blade. Mm-hmm.