Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the one day I get invited to play golf with the boss.
Go back to sleep, angel! See what you pricks did?
♪ Come and get your love ♪
I only like playing my guitar!
Well, you're all wired up, Kevin.
That's when you want to crawl into a cannon, light the fuse...
Mr. Greenwood, my name's Frank Murphy.
but how can I do that with fucking Bill in the next fucking bed?!
Right on time. You're doing a great job on the route.
Thank you for doing what you promised.
And as long as we're being honest,
I smell freedom.
Bob Esponja! Bob Esponja! Bob Esponja! Bob Esponja!
Now listen, I stuck my neck out to get you in here.
- I can almost lie down. - All right, Kevin.
That was Whiplash Firestorm, waking you up on this Friday!
Wow, that would be a pretty big move.
They give you shit, you give it right back.
I'd like to throw my two cents in her.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on, Frank. Pucker up.
- Frank, I hate my job. - God, I miss that feeling.
This ain't easy.
You know what that means? I'm not working.
- He's gonna want to fuck something. - Jesus, Frank!
Enjoy your circle jerk, you taint sniffers.
Love means never having to say, "I have cancer."
I can't do this.
It's my fucking house! Why aren't you at school?
- Oh, man, I'm sorry. - It's okay.