Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, hey, Brendan.
Say you too.
But you said you were going to call the police.
Where they belong.
Oh.
Not bad.
Because I'm not a girl.
I hate his mother.
Hello, domain name registry.
Yes.
I get a nine.
What do you want to do for fun, mateys?
Over and out.
That was wrong.
Hey, let me ask you something, Paula.
I get a nine, which means I win again.
A bunch of girls playing hopscotch, skipping rope?
So what's the police going to do?
I can't.
My paralyzed best friend.
Sleep tight.
Whoops.
We're three sailors on shore leave.
Can you do that?
Yeah, but it was Fenton's mom.
Melissa, do you think Jason knows to take his thumb off the button so he can hear us?
Well, I'll tell you what you'll be selling.
And you're fat and have bad skin, and I'm thin and have small pores.
Hi.
Let's not.
Sell me like your little life depended on it because one day it will.
What time is it?
Please!
No.