Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Well, that's obvious! Anybody in the stands could see that!
. . .is an expression of sexual feeling.
BowIed a great game, though.
As God is my witness, I saw the thing.
-Why? -Because a magpie's black-and-white.
- Hey, Luke. - Hi.
Rina, come on. I don't wanna go in there by myself.
Gonna bring it to Karlson?
Hey! Look who's going out for the football team!
Lucas!
Well, you have no right to stop me.
- Let's take a look at the hood. - Let's check it out.
Once, I did it all night, wound up at the airport.
Okay, Blye! Had enough?
- Bye, Lucas. - Sorry I'm late.
You know, survival of the species and all.
Yeah. Actually, I do.
-When? -Today.
I guarantee the dryer will be a lot worse.
Some bus drivers don't care what goes on in the back of the bus.
You can tell the fags in a warm shower by who's got the longest dong.
So! What do you guys say?
Can you get off the stage, son?
Yeah, screw Fockford!
I think it's kind of beautiful. The poetry, I mean.
-Why do you always stick up for him? -Why are you always picking on him?
Not so much when people are watching me.
All right, boys, come on. Let him up.
So. . . .
Nineteen! Ready! Hike!
No. But with a guy of 14--
- Just say when. - When.
- You gotta get out of here. - Come on!
I gotta go anyway.
Could you grab that for me?
-So the band goes to football games. -Well, totally different.
Because you're acting weird.
She's real pretty.
Or maybe a thimble would be too big. Hey, anybody got a contact lens?
You're awake?
Here's your umbrella.
You've lost interest in Mr. Karlson's terrarium.
You don't die over a dental technician.
-Oh. -Yeah.
Hey, Bruno! Hey, let him go!
You were right too. They think you're someone to make fun of.
Locust.
-What do you want me to do, Lucas? -I don't care.
He's a great kid.
-No? -No, they don't do that!
-You look-- -Younger.
-What the hell are you doing here? -I'm ready to go in. I can run fast.
-What position? -Prone.
-What did you say? -You heard me!
You know who else you told me was superficial?
It's okay. Cappie won't mind. She has this peer-group thing.
Bananas, milk. Not that I can see, no.
Hey, guys, come on, let's go.
And my mom is all, ''Gee, he's spending a lot of time at work lately. ''
I think I know why you're doing this.
I think we should go to the hospital. Come on.
Why'd he leave us with this jackass?
-What's that? -The position I play.
Pass it to me. I'll get a touchdown. Trust me, guys.
- Settle down. - Let's go. No fights! I mean it!
Please. Cut the drama, all right? You'll live.