Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Uh, yeah. Yeah. -Now, why'd you go and do that?

I mean, heck, Higgins and I are having lunch today.

Actually, did y'all get the O.J. trial over here?

-[hip-hop music playing on speakers] -Uh-oh.

She spun you around like the Tasmanian Devil.

-Good night, Coach. -Night, Coach.

Wow, this is all I used to eat growing up. [laughs]

You know, it's Brittany's birthday. Go ahead, get some sugar in your system.

[commentator] We are moments away from Crystal Palace facing AFC Richmond

-[car door closes] -I don't have time for this.

-Yeah? All right, I underestimated you. -Yeah.

[sighs] You know what today feels like?

Wanker! Wanker!

-Fuck, I'm famished. -Yeah?

[panting] Coach, I'm-- I'm sorry.

If you told me where you got these delicious biscuits.

And a meaningless consolation goal for Jamie Tartt in injury time.

[Arlo] Chris, did you ever play under an American manager?

Could go for coffee though.

They call cleats "boots."

[clears throat]

-Imperialism. Right. Yeah. -Imperialism.

You go ahead and go first. Go. Right off the bat. Come on.

You're gonna show up tomorrow with biscuits, aren't you?

He may consort with whatever model-actress, actress-model he pleases.

Or as y'all call 'em here, biscuits, right?

See, no one sees me coming. Come on, what you got? What you got?

Caesar you later.

so me and Coach ain't gonna mess with the game plan.

All right, shall we?

Blah, blah, blah. "What's the first concert you ever saw?"

-Fuck me. -Hmm.

I come bearing sweet treats to numb the sting of defeat. [chuckles]

You don't wanna let them call you a wanker, Ted. It's bad.

-Yeah, this gentleman right here. -Ernie Lounds, The Sun.