Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- There's Lucas! - Whoa, he's back!
Get one off, and let's get this game going!
- Nothing much. - You look nice.
-Okay, okay! Peel off! -Coach! Coach!
- In Africa, people eat them. - Get the mustard.
-All right. -You were a good sport today.
It's the same with pigeons. You can tell by the way they kiss.
-Mind telling me what you're doing? -These guys, are they great?
- He's gone out for the football team. - And....
No. I gotta go. I promised the gardener I'd help him.
-You know, you're asking for it. -Well, so are you!
Here he is.
Some people would be grossed out by that.
Well, see you.
-I'm accelerated. -Oh, you must be real smart, then.
I can wait till tomorrow to collect tadpoles.
With a flaccid penis, it's the number of folds that count.
Play ball, children!
It turns into something very beautiful, Rina.
Anyways, I do owe a lot to him.
- You all right? - I'm fine.
- Don't! - Guys! I got it!
Yeah, I'd like some Feese's Pieces, some Milk Duds. . .
-Really? -Yeah.
Okay. Oh, mini-cycle.
Hey, Luke.
-All right! -I'd like to get on with this, please.
. . .a large Coke, a small Coke and, since I'm on a diet. . .
-Why? -The band does not have fun there.
-Great. How's the cheerleading going? -Great. I love it.
- What? - What are you talking about?
Go for it, Gus.
I've been trying to find you. I couldn't find this house
Don't get hung up on all that tradition. Tradition is superficial.
What the hell is he doing? Get Luke off the field!
-Today? -Every day!
No, I'd feel like a third wheel.
-Well, you're 14. -Romeo was 14.
Oh, right.
You know them by name, you know them by number!
Lucas!
- Triechel? - Can I have your attention, please?
-Let me play. You have nothing to lose. -Hear me good, you pissant.
-Get him out of the game! Come on! -Just play football!
Your father's girlfriend. She might turn out to be a great mother to you.
A contact lens and a Band-Aid.
-I hope so. -Oh, me too.
You guys, come on! The joke's over.
-Just give me one chance. One play! -Get out of here! Get off of the field!
That's how the term ''Leukoplakia'' got started.
Oh. That's nice.
You make a neat couple. That's great.
She's three years older than me!
here's your punishment it's a wet heat
- I wanna get out of here. - Felax.
Lucas, I think I like classical music.
-OnIy way to get under that muscle. -Get it off!
-Aren't you going out for band? -I'm thinking about quitting.
Trey your five inch penis needs icy hot enjoy the burn, it's a wet heat
Oh, my God.
No, I'm just saying it.
. . .take an application and meet at the practice field right after school today.
We were thinking of going out for a pizza.
-No problem. -Anything you've left out?
Are you cold?
Lucas?
You go there?
-Do you play tennis? -No. Uh-uh.
What a shot!
What are we gonna do with you?
Yeah, isn't it awful? He blew a blood vessel playing the trumpet.
- No! Guys! - Give me the hot stuff!
Come here.
They're doing a blue-jean commercial.
Am I a drag or what?