Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

According to this watch, you've only talked one minute...
- I got to ask Dan. - The worst he could do is say no.
Things aren't always as bad as they seem.
It seems they're missing their goat.
- Search his jock! - I'm not searching his jock.
I suppose you think I was chicken shit for what I did in court, huh?
Rrrriiiiiiiiiight!
I was the one who comforted Alice when she had nightmares...
Great!
Yes.
You figure if your coach is such a loser, it gives you the right to be losers, too.
- You okay, Mommy? - I'm fine, sweetie. Thank you.
True, but ugly.
Get out of here. Give it to me. What is it, History?
That's a matter of opinion, Molly. I admit I may have been remiss...
and used to...
I'll put a play up there, you'll write it in your books.
- Are you all right, Peanut? - As long as I don't have to get up, ever.
- I'll get up, okay? - That's fresh!
What the hell's the matter with you?
Hut!
Paul Hamilton asking Taylor Hall about ending the losing streak tomorrow
Frank has no case.
- I think so. - What are they doing?
Right
When we go with the veer...
Look, if you get down...
It worked for you.
This hearing is closed.
Wait a minute. You guys want to fight?
- Welcome to our locker room. - Right.
You just try to send me to Chatham, and I'll dye my whole face purple.
Let's go!
If she is willing to take no bonus over her pay, they'd love to have her.
I wanted to be able to talk calmly about your hair.
It's very exciting.
and you started thinking about terrible things that could happen...
Great! I just wanna thank you.
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
fgdgd dfgd
Coach, you can't be serious about letting him play.
He also tells me that it's your lifetime dream to coach football.
You guys are pitiful! You're morons!
Stephanie?
- You know him? - We have this hate/hate relationship.
Jazzercise.
You're going to get a ticket and ruin your perfect driving record.
You're Levander, aren't you?
and I want to be the best one I can possibly be...
You're being humiliated. You should give up.
- Get back what I paid for those hubcaps. - I'll talk to Maurice. Be quiet.
Let's take care of them. On you. Ready?
Oh, of course.
You haven't talked long enough.
As you know, nobody's allowed here without one. Since you don't have one...
Hey, what are you guys doing?
'Bye, Mom. See you Sunday.
- Get out of here, you knucklehead. - Okay.
Read the back.
- Who? - Walker.
All right. Let's fire them up.
I am.
Principal Edwards.
players' reports, things you might need.
Because she's 6. You're 13. As you get older, life gets tougher.
It's three-one, yours.
You don't even care if I do bad at school.
Hut!
Verna said it's okay to call a dog a son of a bitch, because that's what he is.
So that's it, huh?
- You'd better watch some more pros play! - Hey, Mom!
- What's the score? - Two-one, mine.
Go on.
Kissing her ass, most likely.
Help!
- How about over racquetball? - Okay. A quick set, then dinner.
I'll see you all at the bank.
Come on, we gotta get on down
The most serious allegations are that your older daughter Alice...
You stole the Cougars' goat?
- He owes me $5. - And you owe me one player.
Okay. We'll work it out.
No no no no....
I feel so lucky...
Are you suggesting I'm a criminal?
By the way, Stephanie's parents are having a cocktail party Sunday night...
unless a suitable fee can be negotiated before gametime.
Let's go!
You suckers think you're bad?
Tell him you want to meet him.
ITS BASEBALL SEASON I WANT TO PLAY COACH
- Are those puppies always here? - No, just when the armed guards are off.
Great.
I love it!
You can't come to my house and start slugging people!
You ain't good enough.
All right, let's go. Go get them!
What's the problem, man? She knows I got 10 pounds of dangling fury waiting for her.
Okay, listen up.
Don't do that, man.
I ain't seen you do no end-zone dancing.
The girls could only go here if you took over the physical education program.
Tell me I'll coach girls' track for the rest of my life.
The girls aren't in any danger. What's he going to say?
Cover two, Peanut!