Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, but we're stuck over here by the portable shitters, man. It's kinda lame.
What? You're dropping acid?
What the hell? Oh, no. Not again.
Women can't do things like this. You'll get hurt.
Well, Dennis, I think you know what we have to do.
All we're doing is arguing about the most stupid shit
Is that what all those little pieces of paper were floating... I drank all that shit, dude!
What are you talking about? I've been stuck in this bathroom for three hours.
Lincoln Field, baby! You guys think you're actually gonna make the team?
I'm really peaking here.
Move it, fellas. Let's get on the bus.
The bus that takes you to the field.
We don't have time for this. Frank, just give us the gun! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
If I say it one more time... If I say it one more time...
Look. We're working our asses off in this bar, and we're getting nothing to show for it...
Yeah. You're... You're here in the world. That's the sun.
We are actually going to be running on the Linc!
These people are freak shows, man. Freaks.
Son of a bitch. All right. Screw it, man. We're here. We'll just relax.
What are you talking about? The beer? No. The acid.
He's been trying to climb through that trash can for 20 minutes.
I'm relaxing, I'm getting drunk, and you're leaving me alone.
Boyle McPoyle
Hey, man. Stop smoking, will ya? Some of us are trying to make the team.
Come on, dude. You almost ran me... Oh, my God.
Mmm. Woodstock, baby.