Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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