Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

¶ I'm twisted up inside
My mom was in the principal's office with hers blazing.
There are no small roles,
No! There's a huge block of ice out there!
It's obvious you want to be here with him.
Gimme the knob! Gimme the knob! No. No.
A fake id,
And there is no todd the apostle.
Best game hands down.
Hextall? No, he's the goalie.
My son will be starring in his own school musical.
Starlight express!
Whoa. Right on the glass.
Huh. Goalies can score.
¶ oh, don't you know...
My choreographer/ assistant/mom,
Come on, murray!
No one in our family had ever seen the end of a game, concert, or show...
How did my sweet, little boy turn into such a monster?
I was the greatest 30th apostle at the kids' table
Hey.
You don't know the traffic that I've seen!
(screaming)
And I'm always in the chorus.
"but of course."
That's every mother's dream for her son!
Miles of cars lined up for hours,
And sanjeev did break his collarbone.
And guess what I found.
Train hands.
She's fine.
Are you (bleep) kidding me?
And sick notes for school
What if we stay till the end?
(scoffs) no.
Let's go, flyers, let's go!
I made myself a whitefish-salad sandwich.
(scattered applause)
You're going too fast, and I couldn't hook in.