Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- It's designed to inspire, not for battle.

- Well, after all that talk about not leading, here you are.

- I don't think that's the lesson you should be--

- Don't jinx it!

in a residential nebula.

but that is the sweetest Beyblade I've ever seen.

[people screaming]

Unless someone put an unregistered satellite in orbit.

You don't just find vodka merch

- ♪ Lift my heels up and ♪ - ♪ Shout ♪

[gavel banging]

- Help! Please, please. I don't want to be in orbit!

I was embarrassed to be a stupid joke, and I was covering it up.

while also being the leader.

- It'll take a couple of months,

now that you're single, you could come to the JV Mock Model UN tomorrow with me.

- Call an ambulance already!

Look, before you decide to leave, just hear me out.

- I shot it straight up, and my eyesight is really good

[school bell rings]

- Calm down, Glen, it was an accident.

That one? [gunshots]

- ♪ A little bit softer now ♪ - ♪ Shout ♪

- I know these people.

and a great idea for an X-rated Clifford the Big Red Dog parody

[door opens, closes]

I scraped all the plaque off my feet, and I can taste the floor again!

Aren't they made by out-of-touch rich old white guys?

[screams] - Oh, there it is!

- So why the fuck would you make a side bet with this little shit-stain

because I don't have a crazy sexcapade of my own.

even though you're from outer space?

JESSE: Wait, did you mean BTS?

- I know this was supposed to be a talent show,

instead of Scholastic.

In a bangin' suit of armor.

When the tongue game hits just right

- Oh, not just any Beyblade, Jesse.

Glen's shattered foot bones cushioned it. - Oh no!