Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It stinks. Awful.

Sorry about that, Your Honor. Whoo!

Dennis and I are gonna start beating the shit out of each other.

On account of the poison.

I'm gonna use it to pump fresh air into the building...

Oh, shit. It's locked. What?

Huge fan, man! Seriously. Big time.

Why did you hammer my nose, bro?

Yeah, I know. You got creamed, but check it out.

And let's talk about steroids! Can we talk about steroids?

And while we were stuck in that tiny little room for six days,

This is one of the few times where it is acceptable to be shirtless in a public forum.

Don't do it, Charlie. I'm mad that this guy. He's got a stranglehold...

to scale the facade of Citizens Bank- you just don't.

This is the way. Hang on. It's dark in here.

This guy'll have good seats. Don't get cold feet on me.

I order you to pay the original fine.

- Is that it? - Um...

The record will show everything. You can stop saying that.

It was game five of the World Series,

I'll get- Yeah! You're in?

- It's a parking violation. - Oh, well.

I don't enjoy being paraphrased, now, I choose my words *very* deliberately.