Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, what the [bleep]? I'm not doing that.
'cause you need to earn they respect first.
Oh...
(imitating surf rock music) Joey. Get off... Joey.
What do you say... we get a stripper?
Son of a bitch! (clattering)
You done messed up, A.A. Ron,
so don't even think about messing with me.
- Decker, you have two wounded arms. - Gut shot! Go!
Uh, do you mean "your namesake"?
- Yes, sir. - My name is Blake.
Where is A.A. Ron right now?
I'm your substitute teacher! Not a chocolate-and-candy-eater! I'm not from a book or any movie!
(laughs) You don't understand what I'm sayi...
Lewis has yet to make any alliances.
Dude, dude, dude. Amy's white. She's not gonna care.
On TV, yes. On TV. They're on television.
NOW TAKE YOUR ASS ON DOWN TO OH-SHAG-HENESSY’S OFFICE
But I had... I know you had one.
Is there a Dee-Nice?
- What's up guys? - Hey, you guys.
Because it's pronounced "Aaron".
- Really? - Yeah. She's white.
I got my eyes on you, Jay Quellin.
Well, that's all right.No bup-bup-bup- bup, okay? No bup-bup-bup-bup.
- Aah! Aah! - Whoa! Unh!
(hinges creaking)
If you can shoot me in the gut, I'll concede.
- You know Amy's gonna be there. - Yeah, I know.
Trey, I told you man, no strippers.
Yeah.
- a real... - a real rapscallion.