Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

think me and you could touch down later,
- Go, Crandall. Sergeant Crandall.
- Delete the picture, motherfucker!
- That's exactly what I was going to say!
- Like, for realsies? - For realsies.
- Whatever, man. I'm from NYC, baby, NYC.
- Haha. Clearly me, clearly me.
- Come on, girl. It's time to get up.
which he has no control over whatsoever.
and I just wanna bite his little ears off.
- Okay...
- Sergeant Crandall, United States Army recruiter.
- Talking 'bout soap, water- the works!
- You know what?
You saw Warhorse.
- I'm not a sports man, but...
- I would kick it until it comes up on my shoes
Oh, my God, is it me,
- Ah, man, I really had to get out of the house.
Because you have to look somebody in the eye
Just give me your number, whatever.
- Yeah, I just wanna take his fuzzy little perfect head.
- Ting, ting, ting.
- Yeah, or, like, to appeal to kids,
- When she does talk, like, you're listening.