Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, no shit. I'm running around like an animal out there.
I stick the M-8O under its wing. I blow it up.
What? Hey! What the hell are you dick bags doing back here?
He was, like- Is that what you're going for?
Wh-When is God gonna shed some of this weight for me?
Maybe we tipped too soon. No. No! I was just starting to get a taste of success.
- Shit. Right. - Guys, come on!
What are you doing? Is he trying to rip his shirt off'?
No matter how psychotically vain- Right.
Okay, first of all, yourjokes never land. All right?
Let's do the right thing here for once in our lives, go home and get a good night's sleep.
and we are looking for a couple of employees to fill our shoes, literally.
Yeah. I don't blame you for that.
Okay, company meeting in the bathroom. Okay, guys?
But Dee's inflated ego about her comedy was keeping her from doing her job.
- Uh-huh. - Not a good one?
I don't want to go to any poor places, you know.
- Oh, my God. - And if there was, would you guys wear it?
D-Don't make fun of me, okay?
He's going to add to it to make me more virile. I'm just pumping more in.
Best actor with one line
"It doesn't matter if you boil it, Charlie."
The gym? [ Scoffs ]
Out of my way, Frank.
[ Chuckles ] I'll see you in six weeks. [ Priest Groans]