Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(imitating surf rock music)
- Yeah, you're killing my buzz. - Guys! What the [bleep], man!
Dude!
I taught school for twenty years in the inner city,
This is supposed to be Tommy's last big celebration. No judgment.
Judgment is not what is keeping us from [bleep]ing each other!
I don't understand why. But why? I've never understood why.
- You say it right. - Denise.
Principal Ybarra?
♪ The church is your mouth, where I shout my Holy sperm in ♪
I mean, I think
Yeah.
(mocking voice) Mijo! What?
- Right. - Denise.
- Yeah! - That's right!
And... disarmed. (gun hammer clicks)
bup-bup-bup-bup! Game on!
Draw your weapon.
I'm telling you now to get off the desk, Joey.
(clear throats) Yeah.
We were... (clears throat) just hoping
- That's my jam right there. - Do you like muay Thai?
You know, I'm just asking you. I said it, like, four times.
- Who? - Oh-Shag-Henessy!
"Bald brothers, what-what?"
right now, and tell him exactly what you did!
- Yeah! - All right!
No! I'm saying, guys, if you listen to my words,
- No, I've been learning? - You're learning?
Verooka. Is there a Verooka? If one of y'all says some silly ass name. This whole class is gonna feel my wrath. Now Verooka.
When I'm calling an kid's name on the bus and no one answers:
Where is AA-Ron right now
Head shot. Let's go.
- The "bup-bup-bup-bup". - Okay, I get it. I get it.