Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- He looks like a 30-year-old eighth grader. - He's gonna be fine.

- Are you embarrassed of your partner? - No, not at all. Okay?

It's so confusing!

Yeah, I guess the kids just use the stacks to hide and have sex.

You got to let her drive you, bro.

And Zook said I could room with him, you know,

State name! Number! State name! Number!

I do. I hear you can get WhyPhy on campus anywhere 24/7.

- You already know, don't you? - What?

to confirm that Rooster has that bazooka tattoo.

No, he's actually not our guy. I would know.

What? I don't get to drive the Lambo?

"Bills! A sign of the times that rhymes

I don't know what you're talking about, man. He look exactly the same to me.

- I don't want you to hit the bone. - ...two,

There's a reflection right here.

That's bullshit, man! You Sleepy!

"Wait, Professor Jacobs, doesn't history happen a long time ago?"

Eric's been all up in that shit. Isn't that right, Eric?

That's cum. Okay. All right.

Really? More twins?

We have hung out. He's completely ignored me.

- Okay. - Best night ever.

I never once wanted to kiss you!

and we're gonna monitor the fuck out of what he's doing.

One less cracker ass cracker to worry about.

I'm kidding. It's a football.

- Is that it? - That's my dick.

Look, if you don't say something, people will never stop discriminating.

If you see that safety line up that deep, though, hit me quicker.

- What? - Do you have guns?

- All right? All right? - Yeah. Yeah.

Your fucking guy's got a tattoo.

What? You can't be a cop and stay here and play football with Zook.

Dude, this is what I've always wanted. Just me and you, buddy.

Give me the goddamn string beans.

It's like a whole new type of sandwich.

because you weren't doing the same undercover student thing

Are you two fucking around at school again?

It's a trick play! These two are practically interchangeable.

Shit. My brother needs me again.

It really makes me miss the '90s,

Dude, we're even about the arm thing, okay? Right?

Enough for one person only.

what it's like to have a guy like that telling you what to do all the time?

Look, whatever happens tonight, you have to keep up, okay?

Is that a hickey?

because, you know, girls here love older dudes.

- What's he doing here? - ...when people did normal drugs.

Start over from the top.

He said you were sucking his dick.

It's getting worse lately.

I mean, for all we know, a lot of people could have that tattoo.

None of you tell McQuaid that he's good, all right?

Its tentacle is eating me!

This is why I don't drink.

- You can do this, you can do this. - I can't. This is disgusting.

I'm your best night...

If you're going into the family business, you will have to have a clean record.

"Greedy man hands!"

And there go the fans onto the field.

Zook and McQuaid!

I'm impressed you caught up to me.

- "Our thing"? - Yeah.

I'm just gonna go home.

Hey, my partner here, he want to see the product.

Given all these strong feelings,

I'm your worst nightmare.

Embedding is our tendency to latch on to the first bit of information that we're offered

I wish you can un-fuck my daughter, but I'm gonna let that be the past.

- I don't want to improvise. - I'm gonna need you to improvise.

Someone give this guy the ability to submit PTO he's been through a lot

Dude, holy shit, bro. Great fucking catch, dude.

- That's how we'll do it. - That's how we'll do it.

That doesn't sound anything like me!

Why don't you sell those old classic drugs from the '90s, like cocaine, heroin and...

- I'm all out. - You stupid moron!

- Doesn't even hurt! - Okay...

Come on, hook me up. Two little fucking string beans?

I really want you guys to hang out.

- Nothing. - All right, ready?

I didn't look down.

And we've ignored all the other clues.

Me trying to make conversation with someone who isn’t into fitness or nutrition

- What are you trying to say? - No, nothing.

For shooting my penis off?

find the supplier, but don't cost the department no more money.

Then you better fight like two men.

I’m your bitch!

You two sons of bitches are going to culinary school.

What do you think of this?

Where'd you find this gringo, man?

for the opening game against the University of College Generals.

Fuck high school.

And he hangs on for the touchdown!

I fucking hate spring break!

Maybe this is a good thing.

I got on $800 shoes, and you can't even see the motherfuckers.

Go into incredibly descriptive details of the story, so we all know.

That's right, Jim. They both have one half a brain.

If you don't interlock it, it's not hand-holding.

What’s my name bitch?

My name is Heff

- I don't think he's the guy, either. - Yeah?

I'm sorry, he took one human sexuality class, he thinks he's Harvey Milk.

- Welcome to college. - Fuck, yeah.

So many fucking stairs.

So I'm guessing he's the weak one out of the group? No.

You managed to un-fuck up the situation you originally fucked up.

I couldn't leave you hanging, man!

We got to move right now.

Why are you saying this stuff?

Hey, y'all, he's fucking Nataša's daughter! Yo!

You are so clearly forcing Eric into this relationship.

- Are you sure? All right... - Yeah.

Hey, we got to pay for this shit.

Hey, Doug, you're not gonna be weird about this, are you?

Hey, why don't you come to practice today?

It's Adderall mixed with Ecstasy mixed with God knows what else.

We're gonna put cameras everywhere,

It's not not you.

instead of the person that you're clearly pretending to be right now,

Just exhausted from inventing Facebook or whatever website people our age use.

Because. Ayo, who just-- Who just asks why they getting jumped?

- Where are you going? - I'm just gonna go up for a little while, okay?

and then they party like it's goddamn 1999.

No, no, no. Hey, he's a student. He didn't do anything.

Anyone with half a brain, myself included, thought it was destined to fail spectacularly.

Yeah, I thought we had Cate Blanchett with the budget.

There's a fucking dragon in here!

'cause you're a fucking narc.

- Yeah, I can do it. - Are you sure?

What up, fellas? We're your across-the-hall neighbours.