Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I don't know. I farted.

- Karate kick. - Yeah, bud!

We did your plan.

- Oh, this is why.

- She's a whale. - No, she's not.

- No, sweetheart.

so I'm gonna play as well.

- Gentlemen, your card.

That is my count, though, since nobody's counting.

- Hey, good dealing out there.

Won 200 bones last week.

- Do you need to see my ID?

Be the bigger man.

I will walk you to the ATM.

we can pay for the Vo and go to the timber sports games.

- What are you doing? - Nah, I just--I fold.

Dude, did you have, like, a card up your sleeve

- Cash only, gents.

but we are timber sports,

- All right. Let me just make a little groove here.

both: Thank you.

Do not take that bet.

- There's no kids here.

Why you so nervous?

I'm the plan maker now, alpha dog style.

'cause it really hurt my feelings no one asked me,

and I'm like, "Sunglasses inside--

- Half? I'm sorry.

- No, I don't--

There's table limits for a reason.

[The Skinny Boys' "Jock Box"]

- You don't have to. - Ow!

- Stop. - You beta bitch, beta bitch.