Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's on like... Come on, son.
Our table at the steakhouse is ready.
Take a sip and I can't deny I got thirsty eyes.
It's my way or the highway.
I'm like the wind.
Howdy, y'all.
Well, I've solved another mystery by God.
Or it's that way.
I don't think I said anything.
In the flesh?
And when we practice in the water, I can't quench my desire no matter how wet we get.
Huh?
I'm the cooler.
Come in, mama.
Oh, hot damn.
You spit numerologies at me like this a damn math class or something?
Oh, my God Almighty!
Russell, Jesse, James!
But no anal.