Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

For instance, I'm 14, you're 16.
-Hey! Hey, what are you doing? -They put me in! I'm in the game!
Large Coke, Small Coke And I'll have either Goobers or M&M's
The doctors say he was unconscious.
-Is that all right, Lucas? -Me? Hey. . . .
By yourself?
-What?! -Yeah. He killed himself.
He said it had something to do with the force of gravity.
Come over here. The rest of you, hit the tires!
Let's let everybody see your faces.
You coming out for the football team or not?
No.
- Hey, let's give him a rubdown! - Yeah!
That's disgusting. Let's get out of here. Let's go.
She can put her fat ass on Lucas' bicycle, where it belongs.
- Do you want anything? - No.
- Hey, Luke. - Hey, Cap.
My dad's working for this ad agency.
Cheerleading?
- Get a doctor. - Someone get the doctor!
- It's not trying to get away. - Hey, it must be dumb.
I don't care. I want to get out of here.
I'm doing you a favor, Luke. You're not cut out for this.
He's kind of alcoholic.
-Don't worry about it. We're going out. -I can't. My mom's picking me up.
Let's go.
Oh, shit!
- . . .has to be given a chance. - I'd like to point out. . .
Ever!
And it looks real good on college applications. And anybody can join.
Did she say that?
-Are you capable of handling this? -Ouite capable, yes.
I don't like to get caught up in that stuff. It's superficial.
- Try it on, Lucas! - Yeah, put it on!
I'm serious, man! No more hitting for me!
Why do people do that?
-What's your name? -Maggie.
What is he doing? Come on!
. . .keep those feet under them and moving.
And now this picking fistfights in the Iocker room?
Not for 17 years.
- Shit. - Come on, get him!
They say the guy that's taking over is a real Nazi.
- Jesus Christ! - What was that?
Hi. Hey, thanks for waiting for me. I've gotta talk to you.
I'm glad it's not bigger than me.
It's you that don't fit. Now, go turn it in.
Ready? Break!
- I'm supposed to feel sorry? - Have some compassion.
What are you deciding?
And he agrees with me totally. He's a civil-rights lawyer.
Yes.
-But aren't they here? -Cappie's here. . .
. . .and others you like as a friend.
''Gosh, I have to work late again tonight. ''
I don't think so.
-Oh, he's the best. -And he's so smart.
-Hi. -Hi. This is Maggie, guys.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
. . .but just give me some time.
Here's your net.
Yeah?
-Are you a communist? -No, but I do keep an open mind.
That was funny, wasn't it? That was planned.
Are you talking about Triechel? He blew his head off.
Cappie, Cappie, he's our man If he can 't do it, no one can