Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe it was my fault a little bit, but don't just...

There ain't no need to eat a meal

But no-one ever writes a pop song about resting.

- You're literally an asshole! - How is that possible?

Jengo, there are bullets! They are over there!

♪ Memphis, Denver, Portland, Vegas ♪

He can make all the non-faces he wants.

And there was a woman, like, hanging on...

Should we surrender?

What the blazes, man?

Oh, my God, would you please, I mean, please get it over with?

I don't want you doing it wrong.

You know, I left something in another room.

And then I get mad! (music stops)

♪ Till the break of break of dawn ♪

♪ Phoenix, Austin, Fort Worth, Boston ♪

Hey, Craig, buddy. You all right up there?

I was trying to kill you, sir.

♪ Cities! ♪

- Oh... - That... that...

- Hey! Whoa! - Hey!

I want you, my most trusted soldier over the age of eight,

The bars around that ar... Whoo!

There ain't no need.

Look, okay, may... maybe it was my fault a little bit.

♪ Till it's Friday again and the party keeps going ♪

- But it's your jacket, though! - Whatever!

Just please stop this cold-ass [bleep], man!

He does not act. He's not doing anything.

But I want to wish my opponent, Mitt Romney, well.

Nobody can party that much. You're partying too much,

then maybe you should try working on changing it.