Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm okay on that.

- You've got a crush on her. - Yeah, I got a little thing for her.

It's Cheryl, dumbass.

I'll bet that's what Alice's [Bleep] taste like.

- Oh, it's inappropriate? - Yeah, a little bit.

Yeah, well, it's in my blood. My dad worked for the Chicago Bulls growing up.

Oh, my God, do you feel it?

But you do get to drive it for a two-day one-night stay

- There it is! - Oh!

So if we're going to beat that tough gal pal Lynette,

- Come on, hot sauce, let's go. - It's G-orge.

Anyway, I did get corporate to put up a cool-ass prize.

Guys, I can't see.

Well, the ice princess here is...

Oh, yeah, man. He's great.

Wha... wait, so he didn't have a heart attack, he just took PCP.

Shut up. Yuh-huh.

commands an army of orcs. [Spits]

- Dude. - Yeah.

Good to see you guys again. I'll talk to you after the game.

Spiritual awakening, bigger than thy self.

- 'Cause Waymond, you're going down! - Watch this. Hey, guys. Hey, guys.

No. No, no, no, you don't win the car.

- I need a Slurpee to cool off. - Hey, hey!

I'm not sure they're broadcasting that game.

- Okay. - That's stupid. - No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not practicing. Okay?

- Whole gooch. - Sorry, bro.

- What do you wanna be called? - Hot sauce.

You know how long it took me to get in that guild?

And you know, now my tied-for-first best friend

Here's the juice, and here is the juice shooters.