Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, wait. He's almost finished.
Come on.
The joust is just a game...
The L.A. Massacre will begin in five minutes.
I think I've had enough new friends for a while, Chrissy.
Good race.
where's the air conditioning in this car, huh?
so why don't you not call back here?
I went to the mall to get a dress for tonight.
Hey, look. Look, man. Webster.
Come on, Bozy.
Where is he?
Yeah, look, I'm gonna stay here. You guys go on.
Let's go!
- I got to strap up. - Yeah. Corey will show, buddy.
She ruined it for everybody.
You really want a convertible?
I've got to show you the new graphics...
Look at that thing! Whoa! Come on!
- Hey, Boze, buddy. You thirsty? - Yeah.
That's good.
Yeah, if you like living dangerously.
Just hang on.
Hey! That's your brother, OK?
he's also going to go on tour with the Beach Boys.
to get their safety gear on...
- Ah, no. - Sorry.
for our racers to report to the starting line.
Just... man, just forget her.
It's a 360 handplant.
not able to hang on to his board and unexplainably falls off.
Come on, man. Let's win.
after the guy in front of you has taken a bad wipeout.
Well, that's us.
Well, there's this girl on the tarantula...
Go back to the Valley, man.
Sure. Why not?
You're Webster, right? Corey Webster?
for the steepest and gnarliest course on the circuit.
- Soon enough to kick your ass. - Don't count on it.
Should I wear this skull and the dagger...
Backside carve.
and you're the one in charge?
All right, Per.
Let's just get to the beach, huh?
Chrissy, I'm really glad to see you're back.
I knew I should have gotten that ragtop.
to our race officials.
- Put her on the phone! - Oh, and, Corey...
Come on, Monk, kick his butt.
All right!
All right!