Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm Ted Lasso. This is Coach Beard here.
I want him to feel like he's being fucked in the ass with a splintered cricket bat. Over and over. Like a gif.
George.
Right. So, get that in there.
Oh, shit. Am I interrupting you?
How many businesses are in this business?
Hey. I love what you've done to the place.
-for all four quarters. -Halves.
You know what? You can put your hands down.
Sorry. This is Higgins, our current director of communications.
Didn't get much sleep on the plane, so anything you got,
And my door is always gonna be open.
I never know how to react when a grown man beatboxes in front of me.
That's dope.
-Do you believe in ghosts, Ted? -I do.
I mean, the same, but different.
-Do you even tweet? -Nah.
but, you know, we just wanted to pop in, say howdy,
in a way that you really have to see to understand.
He's an absolute wanker.
One sec. Let me just-- Throat got a little dry.
Yeesh.
I mean, it's mental. They're gonna fucking marry you.
Maybe you're not such a mad notion after all.
-I'm good. You good? -Yeah.
-I can get you some more. -That's all right. No need.
Good evening. We'll be dimming the cabin shortly.
look at this twaaat
Nice.
My name's Ted Lasso. This here is Coach Beard.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Are you all right?
This is a bit of surprising news from the other side of the Atlantic.
'Cause I want to torture Rupert.
Now here I am thinking it was the room that was all outta whack.
-Wi-Fi password, wet wipes. -Humidifier. Way ahead of you, Coach.
Holy smokes! Did you see that?