Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, this next one, uh, brings Mr. Stephen Sondheim in the house

Poor Jamie, my son. [breathes heavily]

Or I get circumcised.

-Okay. Here we go. -[sighs]

Shut the fuck up, Jan Maas.

Look. You and I spend a lot of time together,

Thank you, Dad.

That can happen.

or it's gonna be so shit

[Nathan] I'm just not sure how this can…

[players cheering upstairs]

Oh, stop it. Me and Coach Lasso are nothing alike.

Jamie Tartt was a City player then, and he helped send Richmond down.

Hey, ref! Clean the shit out of your eyes, you dickless wonder.

Fffuuuccckkk.......

-Who's running training? -Me.

What do you use?

Keeley says hi.

And look, I don't know if that's where maybe some of my issues stem from.

Fathers and sons. So tricky. They should really write songs about it.

[sniffs] Now, maybe I'm thinking his heart's still in Manchester

Oh, God, don't let me get in the way of--

-Besides, we have a big game on Sunday. -Right.

You wanna join me?

That happened to me and, uh, to my mom.

-No, we're just friends. -Colleagues.

That will be great-- I think-- Yes, thank you. Hold on.

You, um… Are you close with your dad?

and I love every second.

[TV announcer] Here's Sam Obisanya postgame.

by being a spokesperson for this--

-[phone rings] -[people clamoring]

Jesus. God. [panting]

[Isaac] You know what, sod off. I got this.

A sporting battlefield, pockmarked with the footprints of giants.

Renewing hostilities against the undisputed greatest team in the land,

[echoing] Richmond!

-[knocking] -Hi, guys.

Oh, now hold on, lady.

I do not harness my savantish nature to alienate people and isolate myself.

[sighs, chuckles]

Hey, fellas, hold on a sec.

You treat them in the woods and no one pays you?

Good luck this weekend.

All right. It's bigger. [chuckles]