Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, your week two champion has arrived.
I, um...
- Lunch is ready. - Awesome.
This is my worst nightmare. Losing to you.
How many times do I have to tell you? Wanna talk on Sundays, don't call me.
It's a great name. We can share the name.
- Send it to friends. - Disgusting.
My guess is you got a little tip that Frank Gore had gotten injured.
All right, so watch out. This week I'm up against you.
And I think a mistake.
- Man, I was kind of hoping you would. - Ain't gonna happen.
Thank you.
Some Bud Light Lime for Andre.
- I'm standing right here. - I'm just saying that...
- Refresh. - Refresh.
- No. - Yes.
Excuse me, I apologize if I wanted to bask in the reflective glow of my close friends.
- Thanks, Sofia. Looks great. - Thanks.
Bring my puzzles, my slingshot, my Sega Genesis.
But I can't.
They know. They should tell us.
- Mmm. - Mm.
It was supposed to be Pete and Meegan until:
Okay, really? Stereo?
And right as he's about to blow, they yank him out...
Good idea. Let's do it.
- How's your lineup looking? - It's not good.
- So, Jenny... - Suck it, Ruxin.
Seriously, I have been a great godfather to Ellie. Have I not?
...with a tinge of admiration...
- That's my new mortal enemy. - Andre?
I hated my Uncle Pete, you dickhead.