Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah.
Mm-hmm. Yo, later, fellas.
Artistic direction? You guys don't even play instruments.
What's up, man? Hey, man. How's it going?
Frank's absolutely right. How can we be rock stars if we're not living like rock stars?
Why don't we put the curtains back up? No, no.
No, no. I'm Simon and you're Garfunkel, if anything. No. You're Axl. I'm Slash.
I don't even wanna growl. I'm not a growler. Wait.
Oh, lives with his mom. I think I'll be taking that point back.
What the hell is this, a page from a coloring book?
One on top and one on bottom
Okay, if I'm gonna break up with this guy, I need some proof.
You are a bad, bad person.
Hair so fried and bleached by Clorox
Day... Day Man Day Man.
Well, can I at least pick the name of the band? What do you got?
He doesn't have a little hand or a little foot.
All right, stop! Stop! Why are you not singing?
I mean, the idea is to trick the moms into letting the kids bop with us.
Are you ready? Yeah. Let me see it.
Okay, this is what I'm talking about. Let's rock and roll!
Oh, I've been huffing glue, guys.
All right, here's the song.
You got, uh, graphite reinforced neck, 35 inch scale, two humbuckers.
Well, uh, it doesn't sound very good.
The passionate passionate Night Man
And friendship for everyone
Charlie, I was gonna say his foot looks small.
A brokeass bitch with a gayass crew