Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoa! Your brakes don't work! Whoa, whoa! Dude, chill.
It's got blood and stuff all over it.
You wanna joust?
Um, there's a guy on the... on the road, and, uh, and there's, uh, uh, um,
- Ohh. - Oh, there he is.
- You wanna smack-a-bee? - Guys, it's not happening, okay?
- Yeah. - Actually, let's kick it with Morgan Freeman.
Okay, fine, I can live with all that, as long as I'm Wario.
Fuck!
- He didn't get it. - Can we ride the go-karts?
It's not fair. There's a 50% chance that 100% of my legs are broken.
I oughta bash your pretty face in.
You owe this office a massage chair.
Wait a second, if we're changing games, I'm Pierce Brosnan in 007.
All right, nice and easy. It's a precious cargo here.
- No, I won. I got it. - Ah, ah, ah.
"Free massage chair." When did that get up there?
Unless I'm already signed up for that massage time,
Yo, yo, yo, I need two large pepperoni pizzas delivered to 14934 Isabel street.
Also, you'll have access to my 300-CD-disc carousel.
- It's not a real gun. It was a hand. - What's this guy doing?
- Wait. - Wait!
Listen, you wanna play with fire, Anderson...
{pub}- Stop following me. - I can follow anyone I want.
'cause I don't think they'd understand.
- You let me in! - Stop kicking the car.
No, no, no. Forget it. Ah, it's in the past.
And "r" for really fast. Here we go!
intercept the truck, and then it's on to phase two,
- Okay. - Matter of fact, erase that.
- I'm no bitch-ass toad. - I'm not even in the same game as you bitches!
I thought a lot about what you said about not feeling appreciated,
Oh, the pressure. It hurts so much.
- Put her down. - Here she comes.