Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, Charlie. Dude, you don't have to do this.

I'm not taking any risks here, all right?

Hey, did you guys see Ronald McDonald's his name?

That's a shame, but I have products that'd clear that up, man.

Oh, okay. Thanks. Mm-hmm.

Hey, Dee, why don't you come back to our table? You know, have a drink?

- Calm down, Cricks. - What's he talking about? Dee, were you two together?

I can't wait to see the waitress. Charlie, give it a rest.

[ Sighs 1 Okay.

Yeah, okay. All right. I'll c-catch you later, man.

Really? That's him? Yes.

[ Laughing ] I mean, who cares though, right?

whose backs have recovered from a horrific: spinal disorder.

- If I'm the Dirtgrub, I'm going to be the Dirtgrub. - [ Groans]

Dude, this is only four.

Yeah, so I guess it's time to pay the piper, Rat,

Ow! My balls! Aaah!

What is that supposed to be? That's where your monthly payments are going.

Hope you suck each other's rotten peckers until you get mouth cancer.

You two probably have ringworm together, don't you?

I don't want to talk to old men who are pretending to be women,

She was not. No. Maybe the most forgettable girl in school.

'Cause it's high school. Who cares?

Drink tickets for the two of us, please.

No! No. That was a rumor.

Yeah. Oh, okay. Well, pop it on.

Put a diamond on anything that's dead, and it's still dead, Maureen.

No, I didn't think about it, Maureen, because I don't think about you.