Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is that A mustache?
What the fuck game are they playing?
ALL: Batting practice!
Hello, Beverly.
- I'm fucking done, all right! - (LAUGHING)
Hey, man, you gotta appreciate it while it lasts, you know?
- Fucking no. - No.
or was it true?
We gotta pay the phone bill here?
(MIMICS GIRL) "Hey, so have you had your chart done?"
Basketball team hasn't won shit.
Just let natural ability take over.
You know what, if I had a prohibition against sleeping with all women
Dude, you're staring, he's cool.
I think we should.
Yeah.
What was that?
- Ready? - Aim...
I love this. What, is it pledge week?
The schedule says "batting practice."
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- Yeah. Yeah, I know. - Right? Yeah.
- No, sir. She got the rag. - ALL: Aww!
is gonna be under or over $300.
All right, man, he just don't like losing at anything.
Whoo!
You know what, I do have class.
- Phone. - What, man?
There was a typewriter in the back.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
PLUM: What's going on?
What are you gonna do with that?
You're fucking yourself up.
There's a fucking faucet outside, man! Hurry up!
- You know what that's called? - JAKE: No.
or some shit, man.
Like most things with these guys, it's total bullshit.
you're gonna be seeing this guy on TV someday.
that we weren't supposed to have girls upstairs?
- Oh, cool. - That was just a costume.
ALL: (CHANTING) Dale! Dale! Dale! Dale!
Val.
Get in here! You're up!
- Hey! - What's up, man?
Finn, me, and Coma We got Mac in between
Have a clue, freshman. The dorms suck.
No?
Skip?
Who’s this fuck
There's five helmets right there.
It's a shame.
How can I amuse you this morning?
Did I say that? No.
My dream girl and my dream date.
(YELLS)
Hey, Jake, you're still not saying where that party is.
- Murphy! Trouble walking in. - (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Are you a competitor? Are you a gamer?
The what award?
- I'll bet you 10 bucks. - Ten bucks?
Oh, shit, no, no, no. Is it?
(SLURPS)
I was just testing you. You pass.
Everybody I know drinks a fucking screwdriver.
You know, some guys are just so aggressive.
She needs quite a few more. You do, too.
What?
You heard of "foot in the door"?
- Nice to meet you. - (SIGHS)
We're gonna go in a bit. You guys wanna join?
(BOTH YELLING)
Hi, guys. I'm Beverly.
It's not phony. Okay? It's adaptive.
I'm just supposed to be rooming with him.
Now, come over here with those luscious thighs
I've fucked more girls than you've cranked off to.
He does not like losing, at all!
You know, (STAMMERING) and don't be afraid
(LAUGHS)
- Why do you ask? - I'm curious.
It's putting yourself out there in art, in life,
Like your dress.
Whatever, man.
That's strike three. Dude, just sit down.
Don't just put it on your neck. Come on.
- "The Eye of the Beholder." - Yeah, yeah, that one.
Yeah. No, not only that,
We went over to the Guaranteed Wholesome.
Hey, ladies please pass me another
told him that there's no historical proof
- What a piece of shit old house, man. - Yup, yup.
Weirdo, man.
(DISCO MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
Cha-chao!
All right, smartass.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING UPSTAIRS)
I'm... I'm late!
I'll read a book.
Yeah, she's definitely cheating on him.
Yeah, I have. Oh, yeah. Before you got here. I was all up on 'em, man.
of a bar, 'cause you wanna look fucking tough?
Two years in a row. Undefeated.
I was talking her language, I was meeting her on her level.
(ALL CHEERING)
Hey, check your pillows, man!
Let's see what you got, kid.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Who's Pete Ward?
No, no, you don't fit in. Okay, I told you to change.
don't shoot you from the absolute front row.
- FINN: 304. - Can we go now, Mr. Stalker?
PLUM: Fucking batting practices.
I'll come over the bar and show you a good time.
Well, well, well, if it ain't Beuter Perkins! Hey!
(ALL LAUGH)
JAKE: Ah. ROPER: Can we agree?
(ALL CHEERING)
- Jesus, freshman, figure it out, man. - Oh. (LAUGHS)
Here we are ... P̶u̶n̶k̶s̶ Persians for a night!
It's gonna be a long fucking day.
Bibliography! Annotated! Highlighted!
- Uh, California. - That's where you're from?
Well, man, I'll tell you what,
Welcome to college ball, freshman.
I got shit to do. I'll do some pushups.
know what I mean?
- Transferring, playing ball. - Is he still here?
Sir, no, sir.
there's probably the same ratio of intelligence
Uh...
Right arm cross.
See how fast he's going?
JAKE: That's fucking genius.
and yet it is a complete mystery to them.
- Exactly. - DALE: Whoo! Whoo!
ROPER: There we go.
DALE: Sweet double, McReynolds!
- Oh, yeah? - This new 'do!
PLAYER 1: Yeah. PLAYER 2: Whoo!
Here's what we're gonna do.
My name is not Beuter!
What teachers will give you a break, what classes to take.
Hey, Jake, man, I'm sorry, all right?
As of right now, but hey, don't let them know.
I was just implying that this party might not be
Throwing cheers to my boys
I don't know. Tell me.
I was definitely messing with them, but I meant what I said.
- Is that enough for you? Okay. - Yes. Yes.
Hey, you guys sure Coach isn't gonna know if we've been drinking?
whoa hey the bitch stick?
that I gotta complete, you know?
But why, you know?
He's this intense fuck from Detroit,
Really?
What's up, dude? Tyrone Plummer.
PLAYER 3: Way to go! Run, run, run!
Oh, yeah. Are we mistaken?
Oh, yeah, 95 on the gun, official.
WILLOUGHBY: But let's be honest,
NEZ: No, not right now, but I can't do it.
I'm a performer, all right? I'm a grower, not a shower.
It's like Carl Sagan says, man,
Yup.
Stand up, Willoughby.
- Hey, did you guys see me win? - Put your fucking hands up.