Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I'm worried about the guys.
No, no, come on. Come on, stay with me.
I'm trashed.
He never blinks. He's like a tiny little owl. In a shirt.
In there? You stuck them down in there, huh?
Hence, the research. My old basketball coach set it up.
One, two, three, four, JFK.
Elvin, listen, buddy, I think we should talk.
Elvin, let's get away. Get away from the hippie. Come on.
Hangover eggs. They'll stop you from throwing up the rest of the day...
or you'll throw up really fast. High risk, high reward.
Gina, you know me. I'm wearing a tie and everything.
- Haberdash on the fly. - Is there an app for that?
a slippery germ brick.
Who wants to play True American?
- What? - That's what you gotta do.
Turning now to the NBA picture, it looks like the west...
- You sure you don't wanna swing? - No.
Hey, hey, we're back here on the Joe Napoli Show.
- Oh, no, no. - Oh, my God.
I did it because you asked me to.
I'm mad at him. And I've never been mad at him before.
He's sharp as a tack.
- Okay. - Down the hatch.