Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But is it racism that electrifies people across the globe?
- You're my brother. - I got your brother hanging low.
There better be some money under this couch.
Shut up and let your fists do the talking. Shake hands and good luck.
Are you OK? Where are you going?
Come on, fat boy.
Definitely. I'm an artist out there and...
Tell him about the deal, will you?
- Come on, man. You got work to do. - Wait till after the love scene.
- Do I covet racism? How do you mean? - Are you a racist person?
Hm. Wheelchair.
But, I mean, you know, does violence really solve anything?
That's what I'm saying. I'll do a walk-by up in here.
You would know. You're the paisley Pooh-Bah.
- I'm not Irish. - It's boxing. It just means you're white. Open.
Mitchell. Great news.
Any interpretation would lead to endless litigation.
That is the ass that I'm gonna kick tonight.
$2 on Irish Terry.
You're a stallion. You're a fucking stallion.
Peter.
He gonna kiss the donkey. He gonna smooch with the donkey.
You guys don't know what a merlot Brougham is?
Look. All you gotta do is make him credible.
That's my assistant. I could introduce you.
You smell. You stink a little bit.
You're quite a rock'n'roller.
I'm a little upset with myself, because I had an image of him falling on a right hand,
- Terry who? - You work for me now.
- He's part of the space programme. - This guy's good. Swarthy, mysterious,
Happy?
- I'm your anti-brother. - My anti-brother!
It's fixed. If he fights him he's gonna be crippled and crazy.
Terry, this is Suzette.
Mr. Overhand Right.
- Come over here. What do you want? - You.
As Roper finally enters the ring, you know, it's hard to imagine
Jon Jones at Heavyweight
You're my brother.
Mr. Sultan. You know... Not so good for you guys.
Look at the belly hanging over his trunks. That's a disgrace.
Cool. Cool. That's... that sounds, you know...
come over to my house. I'll let you try it on sometime, fat boy.
You should do it. Nice touch.
Terry, listen to me. Do this for the white race. You may be Irish, but they're almost white.
Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize
I said, Roper's scared of me! He's scared of me.
and also the poverty situations will be eradicated,
- You disgust me. - Mm.
ROPER YOU SCARED OF ME!!!’
A very long time ago.
El, man, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you.
- How do you like Las Vegas, Terry? - What's that?
- I wanna say, All praise to Allah. - Allah akbar, Champ!
James Roper's encephalogram shows no cortical lesions whatsoever.
James The Grim Reaper Roper
- Next. - Come on. Get the next one on.
Stay down, boy.
- Hey. You knocked him cold. I love it! - Way to kick that ass!
You may be Irish But they’re almost white