Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you see John, Paul, George or Ringo, will you take a picture, please?

See you downstairs, Rebecca.

Oh, that's okay. I always enjoy the antics on the team bus.

But that anger doesn't come out anymore when you play.

People tear their butts all the time in athletics. You're not alone, man.

But you climbed every single step of that tower on your own.

-Are you Russian? -A, I love you. B, who are you?

Right. I'm going for a smoke. Stinky?

Use all the space. Out the way. Thank you.

-We were gonna split. That was so nice. -Six years I've waited for this...

I'm gonna go spend a penny before we take off.

All right. You say that football is life, right?

Of course not, why would you?

Okay. Uh, I don't even know what song I'm singing.

Ah. Good question. One second.

And obviously we're bummed out that O'Brien tore his butt.

Well, at least he didn't stammer.

how worried are you about the threat of relegation?

Turn away and slam the door

filled with the latest in workout technology.

-I didn't know you were here. -Surprise!

She was already taller than me, had bigger boobs.

-Good to see you, buddy. -All right, let's go.

Yeah, of cour-- Yes, of course.

Ah. Beautiful voice.

The wind is howling Like this swirling storm inside

A kingdom of isolation And it looks like I'm the queen

So I have to take 18 young, handsome men all by myself?

Well, Liverpool has much to offer.

None of you are going back to the hotel tonight.

not the hallway or the pool.

Want your bad romance

No more than anyone else.

What's it gonna be this time around?

I'm fucking with you.

I-- I actually get off in about 30 minutes if you'd like to, uh--