Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What class do you have first up?

Okay. Well, when do you stop, like, rehearsals

And it's best two out of three, okay?

Trying to help you out, and you're gonna question me?

She was really fucking cute,

I just took Sisyphus and baseball,

I've got you figured out, son.

I was saying "impossible," and then when you put the...

(CEILING CREAKS)

Erica's such a bitch.

but we were so ridiculous.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

- Cool. Yeah, cool. - Yeah, might be fun.

You gotta be shittin' me, Beuter!

(METAL CLANKING)

Uh, Beuter, we also got a bet going on

totally avoidable.

PLUM: So, what do most of the guys on the team major in?

I'd still be a virgin, all right?

Look, it's cool, guys. All right. We had a nice time.

- All right then, boys, y'all be good. - Uh-uh-uh!

- Okay, dumb. - You know, actually,

Are you prepared to fold like a lawn chair?

Fun. How was yours?

GIRL: You're into astrology? FINN: Of course.

- Oh, shit, come on. - Oh, shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You get good at making the school-part work for you, right?

- Yup. - I hate pitchers, okay?

All these people never be anything more than

You know, a fucking bunch of dudes jump around on stage,

but my name is Beverly.

- Oh, my God. - Un-fucking real, man.

Emi: You fucking asshole! Simi: Stupid fucking asshole!

- JAKE: That dude needs to relax. - Thanks, Jake.

and the eight of you living next door,

Anybody spotted him?

but I assure you...

all night if you want to. I don't really care.

Suck my dick, man!

So insecure about the duck feet.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You're like a lost lamb.

- I'm a Leo. - Uh-oh.

GIRL: So, you've had your chart done?

Not much. But hey, I'm loving this new look.

- Are you serious? - Ow!

Hey! No, you fucking stay.

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

She's gonna have to take it back to her place or,

That's Michelle with her friend Val.

FINN: Ouch! ROPER: Not my fault she's a bitch.

That's some pussy shit. It tastes like fruit punch.

Okay, that's it.

I didn't say that.

I'm liking it. Shall we go?

MAN: Dale Douglas!

Has he told you about his average cock?

All right. Mac, you got something?

Mi amigos de fuckwithery!

Which isn't very much.

that's trendy now everywhere!

ROPER: That dude is Plum.

Yeah! Did you guys hear that?

Crank it up, sweetheart! Come on, baby!

Might as well put a strikeout down in the books, fellas.

- Yeah, but I heard "cock gobbler." - FINN: Cock gobbler.

Are you kidding me?

(BLUEGRASS MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

Just lots of different types of stuff

These are my teammates. Plum, Finn, and Coma.

- Try it again, Nesbit. - Okay.

We are in the playoffs every year

You get a bunch of competitors together...

ROPER: She's built right.

ROPER: Attaboy, Mac!

Don't talk to me when I'm hitting.

How do you spell "Beuter," by the way?

Supposed to meet up with this hot dancer-actress chick,

- My little sister drinks a screwdriver too. - Oh, really? Does she?

Hey, Alex Brumley.

This shirt makes me fucking sad, man.

(POP MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

I mean, Billy. Uh...

- Just one. - Oh. What'd you write about?

such as hitting a baseball,

So, where you guys been tonight?

Stupid fucking game!

(CHUCKLES) What did I tell you?

What about you?

I'm not a rubber lover glover I don't need no love buffer

but you are the official frontrunner

Looks like Beuter Perkins is getting laid this weekend. Huh?

- Whoo! Good spot, bro! - Wow.

Well, what were you expecting, Beuter?

Shit, if I was that pussy-whipped little bitch,

Now, we can't stop you from having a drink

And the trick is, what's the trick?

Mmm. But that doesn't make them bad guys.

Is this the guy that left the flowers on my door?

Well, that's the sign of a good coon dog punch, Coma.

You might as well show 'em.

Did he just throw the ball in the fucking parking lot?

Okay, Brum, have your balls dropped?

This? This is ours.

I'ma do like Pete Ward and go undercover

You need to stop thinking so much.

- Yeah? - Oh, hell, yes.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

- Serious? Promise? - Yeah, they look great.

I'll sweep you off your feet No need to be crude

Unreal, doggie, we made it!

Cool, yeah, okay.

Fuck you! Fuck you, you jackoffs!

but I'm pretty sure that that is a new school record.

It all comes down to how well you sell it,

just like everybody else.

How'd that guy end up here?

I already told you, Jake, this ain't high school, man.

The book is, we're going over to rap with them.

- (GROANS) - (LAUGHING)

ROPER: Well, there's nothing here.

We're fucking drinking, man! That's what we're doing!

PLUM: Didn't it seem like most of the girls we saw today were,

You gotta accept it.

What's up? Tyrone.

I feel the same way about performing.

It's all you can do.

- Hey. - Hi, Jake.

I'm starting to have an identity crisis here.

- I'll be right back. - Huh?

That's a good point

- I'm Jake. - Don't do it.

- You up? - Yeah.

You sitting this one out with that "raw dog" bullshit.

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

Jake, Jake, Jake

I don't know where the hell you think you're going.