Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jamie Tartt... Jamie Tartt...
Think we might have missed a page. Oh, boy.
I thought he was saying "meat."
And every time your art teacher, Ms. Scanlon, leans over your desk
or... what-- "Surrey with the Fringe on Top," or--
Hey! There he is!
Jamie Tartt... Jamie Tartt...
Who was president back then?
Now look, when Sam is that open, you gotta pass to him, okay?
That way, whenever I walk by, I can just stick my finger in there.
You're just letting me go.
One touch.
Lasso's time with Richmond will be short and not very sweet.
Boy, you're gonna be a dizzy fella there.
Oh, well. I was playing that too much anyway.
Bon appétit.
He's our best player!
Did ruin the musical for me though.
Shut up. Fucking stupid twat.
do something sweet for her, it just would backfire.
Kent has only one man to beat.
What kind of reception awaits Lasso in his locker room?
'Cause in my head, I'm just hearing the crowd cheer my name
Practice is canceled.
-It's a fucking good idea, to be fair. -Yeah, it is.
Nice work.
That's pretty cool, huh?
-Richmond! -Let's go!
Fire Away.
Jamie Tartt, you fucking king!
And look at this. I mean, you, what-- You got teeth now?
-Jamie Tartt? -Hello, little lad.
You know, I haven't shared this with too many folks,
Group hug.
And he buries it!
So now every time I hear, "Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin',"
I wanna bench Jamie.
Hey, how you doing?