Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I gotta do an ice run for the jamboree this week.
Don't look at your hand. What's the fuss?
(INHALES)
Yeah, we'll see what you're calling us after I bury a couple of bar down wristers.
(BARKING) (BARKING)
They're at an away game against the Natives.
(ANIMAL CHATTERING)
Is that what you want? Riley, Jonesy?
That was fuckin' pedestrian.
I have not seen him, but I sure can smell him. (CHUCKLES)
Uh, can you taste this? No.
So another way to say someone is chicken‐shit to play them
Because they're too small, shirt‐tucker.
Give your balls a tug.
Okay. Bang the very guts right out of her.
(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)
Every time Yda is on screen
Oh, you'd have to put it on your fuckin' Facebook, likely.
It's going to be a massive production.
(PHONE RINGING)
Put 'em away like a winter coat, boys.
Get mom and dad to pick you up after you all swim?
Half‐clapper, top cheddar.