Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How do you mean?

Well, now they know

That's what made you one of the best midfielders in the history of this league.

Look what I've got.

We're in a shit fucking mood because we never fucking win at Everton

-Go! Get outta here! -Sorry.

All right, gentlemen. Who's ready to go show Everton what we got?

Ride that little mustache like a jetski

Sassy, huh? Like the Smurf, right?

-Yeah. -They're great.

Right, how can I help you?

I can't think of a finer body of water to do it with than you.

-Sassy Smurf! -Marlboro Man! Oh, my God.

What you got for me, Marcus?

Hey, you got it, big guy.

Nor are you allowed to ship it to your homes or other hotels, okay?

The silver lining here, with O'Brien's tore butt,

Guys. Guys, guys, guys. I think we should take the boys to the pub.

Still haven't told him John and George are dead?

Then you fire me.

I just want to say up front

Roy! Roy! Where are we going?

How long has it been since y'all won up at Everton?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

How's work going? Everything all right?

It's my upper hamstring, Coach.

Lloyd, right now I'm mostly concerned with the definition of relegation.

Rupert is a horrible man who built an ivory tower he kept you captive in.

-Have you ever heard her sing? -No.

My ex used to masturbate to you like a maniac, so...

-That's for you, Coach. -Thank you, sir.

Hi, I'm Flo. Or you can call me "Sassy." I don't care which.

Couldn't keep it in Heaven knows I've tried

Thank goodness. Just saying it out loud made me immediately sad.

Come on, Rebecca. Your song's up next.