Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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