Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Your table's this way. -Go on. After you.
What am I supposed to do? Shower by myself?
I appreciate you.
Maybe we're naked.
No, no. No. Michelle, you gotta talk to me.
A stunning goal by the Canadian midfielder!
And I want everyone's eyes on me when I say this. Look at me.
Y'all getting all this for free. Not even extra for that.
-Ronald Reagan. -"Ronald Reagan? The actor?"
The promo shoot that I've spent weeks setting up for you?
-He's my own player. -Yeah, yeah.
that me being around so much was doing more harm than good.
but I'm not having the best of days--
Doing whatever you have to, so that everyone in your life...
Will he find a teammate or go for glory?
-He might be hurt. -Yeah.
-Yeah. -Yes. Thank you.
Jamie Tartt?
Wave to the people. That's it. Let them know. Let them see, huh?
Hard no. Thank you again, Jamie.
Yeah, go have fun.
Jamie?
-What are you doing? -I'm just curious, yeah?
Come on now.
Is he okay?
It's like a muffin, except it sucks all the spit out of your mouth.
Excuse me, mate.
And you have to wonder, where would Richmond be without him.
Do you mind if I ask you a personal question then?
Oh, my God!
Guys, we gotta play like a team tomorrow.
Yeah, that's your dream scenario, right?
-Hey, buddy! -Helicopter!
Happens all the time.
Ok. There you go. Some people's kids, holy moly
Whatever.
-Go on, Jamie. -He finds space.
-just zipping all over the place. -Yeah.
Oi! Check on your fucking teammate.
-Three fish-and-chips? -Yes, please. And two pints.
What are you saying?
and I'll just kill the ones where you look like shit.
You don't have to keep trying anymore.