Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, I realize that I wouldn't know how to make it

FINN: Yeah, any second.

you have to find a moose,

Shoot, man, it's just, you know, I tell you,

Okay, uh, first cousin, second cousin?

- Big mouth! - Yeah.

Private Beuter, are you prepared

And we could get hopped up on the tea and the crumpets.

- Okay? All right. - Okay. (CHUCKLES)

some from L.A., some from Austin.

- (PLAYING PUNK MUSIC) - (SINGING)

You're curious about what?

from all the guys talking about how huge they are.

You're all over 18, all right? Just no booze in this house.

College is the fucking greatest!

How about that? Hey, Jacob, didn't Coach Gordan say this afternoon

They don't know the first thing about it, you know?

If I sense any question I'll put you to the test

we're not doing so hot, but we're in the early innings.

I drink a fucking screwdriver!

How's that sound?

Are you trying to... Pete Ward ain't real?

about beating those fuckers from Arizona.

PLAYER 2: Yeah.

but, uh, wow, I'm glad you called. That was quick.

That's what I'm talking about.

a double chamber cooling system on that thing.

Used to, I'd be like, "No, don't do that."

their finger below the chest bone, in the solar plexus,

- Yeah. - It's unbelievable

The experience.

- Okay. - Just about half.

(VETERAN PLAYERS WHOOPING)

As I was saying before Billy interrupted

And when you do get there, ask for me, Kenny Roper.

MAN: It's all right. Let them in.

The question now will be if this new, random helmet

I... This is supposed to be fun, and now I'm not having fun.

- I think they did. - Shit!

Yo, what's happening, man?

This, this, all of this,

We could just... Right here. You know?

I mean, we have our first practice this afternoon, but yeah.

(COUGHS) that would be fucking amazing

You wanna rub your strikeout on me, man? Jesus.

What's happening, boys?

Yeah, we got all nine positions covered.

Gimme some dap! Gimme some dap!

What are all these other guys doing here?

Well, it's not his fault. It's our fault.

- ROPER: Scariness. - Wait. Oh, wait.

You know, like, there's not even enough room in your body

You guys go ahead, man. I've got some unpacking to do.

- None of us do. - (VIDEO GAME BEEPS)

Will you at least untuck your shirt?

I'm just looking for some kind of...

Freshman Ty Plummer, catcher.

Or, are you a...

but he loved baseball and he just wanted to keep playing.

Who's this fuck?

They made me do it.

- JAKE: What's up, man? - Hold on one second, babe.

I'm from this, uh,

Call it! Wake up!

BEVERLY: Rock 'n' roll isn't about being

Shit, if I wasn't still drunk, I think I'd be fucking dead.

Unlike Finn I don't drop to the knee

I got the sun and the stars In the palm of my hand

You look like a fucking narc.

- My cupcake. Come on. - (LAUGHS) I can't.

just pulling me back in the boiling pot!

You really need fucking dumb bestie's playing games She's mainly just did the phony thing you fucker you like an asshole

I want a full report on my desk by the end of the day.

Oh, uh, Jake Bradford.

It's time to grab your partner dosey-do

We're gonna stay here,

I get it. I get it. I get it!

(SCATTERED LAUGHTER)

and they almost knocked me in the nuts.

visual artists like (SNORTS) anything they could find.

Don't make me say it again.

"It needs some tail." And ol' Ben says,

- If you wanna join that. - Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

- Yeah, we are. - Okay? Yeah.

ALL: Later, Beuter!

- Oh, yeah. - Fuck this. I'm done.

Who are these guys?

FINN: Uh-oh. JAKE: What?

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

- I didn't hear anything. - ROPER: Delusional.

in mid-collapse before you...

Flier than a Cutlass Supreme

- Y'all say what? - Bullshit!

And I like you.

PLUM: Yeah, man, you get it in?

Well, let me tell you something, Jake.

Let's go, boys! Come on!

I actually don't think at all. I just, you know, I talk a lot.

Fucking little jealous asshole crap

Bachelor number one!

Also, I'm taking a leap this year on two transfers,

And it's competitive, man.

Hey, yeah, I just want a fucking drink, man.

- Kind of dumb? - No, no, no.

PLUM: (CHEERING) Brain dead, let's go!

- But I'm very loyal... - Mmm-hmm.

I'm really glad you came.

- Infielder? - Pitcher.

It's actually High School for Performing and Visual Arts.

(CLEARS THROAT) Excuse me, ladies.

painting the trim on the house.

Don't fuck it up to make it all right

You like her! Oh, God, Jake!

So, shit, if you wanna succeed,

Oh! Dude, look at you, man. You're one to talk.

It's a little fucked up!

Show us your PITTS!!

(GASPS) Oh, shit, it's the Led Zeppelin dude.

Hey. So, what do you study?

of mental capacity in this day and age.

never who they want.

- Go! God! - Jesus!

- Ah! Shit! - Shit. Sorry.

- (SIGHS) Fuck! - I was thinking about sharks.

Well, he's filling the obligatory quota.

Amityville? More like Amity-vile

(WHISPERING) Any other litmus tests?

You're pissing in the tall grass with the big dick dogs now.

- Are we to suppose... - Oh, we're supposing.

Legendary super scout for the Reds.

We the cream of the crop

Welcome to college, motherfuckers.

The last three nights, we've danced at a disco,

It's the pack mentality, animal instincts.

- Oh, I see. - ...flicking each other's knuckles.

Hey, do you live in those new baseball houses?

Guy's gonna have a fucking aneurysm on the mound.

Fuck you, Sound Machine! Let's fucking go!

Man, there are six bands in town,

Don't you guys have class or something?

Unfortunately true.

I'm throwing money down the drain like no thing

Hey, where's my helmet at?

They're good for something after all.