Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right, A... Where's Adam?
- Wait. - This is fun!
- Are you ready for this? - Let's get it then!
What's everyone still doing here, man? We got a b-ball game!
There's not enough time, man! You gotta get to the game!
Over here we got Karl the Malone,
[Overlapped chatter]
Get some ice, gill. Did you break it?
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on. That's a terrible-ass nickname.
Frickin' hits you just like that.
At least. Absolutely.
- A victory lap. - No, no, no.
- Yes. - Well, guess what.
I feel it.
Plus, he's the only guy that we could afford.
- [Knock on door] - Ooh, right on time.
Hand in the cookie jar. Hand in the cookie jar, baby.
Oh, nuh-uh.
2-3, 2-3.
Dunk it. Shatter the backboard for Adam.
What?
- Okay, uh-oh. - Oh.
You can't go to the hospital for a broken heart.
Though I think we need to practice if we're gonna beat Lynette and her squad.
Lay it up, blaaaaa... oh!
Hot sauce. He wants to be... What do you want me to be, Parmesan?
And, like, maybe have sex with hookers.
is in the hospital, and I'm just a little rusty, all right?
Yeah! Murder 'em! Kill 'em all!
- What? Are you serious? - Ahh!
Like, come home with 60 bucks
We going to Reno!