Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess, by the way things went down, you guys have been hooking up for a while.
No, a revolving nightmare is us still in Chicago...
He gets sick of his shirt, he takes it off and he gets a new one for free.
This is what I was meant to do.
You can't argue with talent. So...
- That ain't gonna happen. - What?
Check this cut.
Yeah, with a human, though.
Tell me that's not your only copy of the tape.
You wanna make out?
And with that money, I happened to buy a little food for myself?
Jimmy was like..
Kick the thing! Come on!
I got it. Let's go.
- Cool. - There you go.
Come on, guys. You know you can't skate unless you're preregistered.
I think you guys missed a day.
Fucking assholes.
I drove down from Springfield to meet a pro skater.
Figured if you could get out here...
And hide Matt.
What's up? You're cute.
What's up, dog? Didn't I tell you to break out, fool?
Mr. Rivers.
"You know?"
That's good.
Then I need to go back and get my special pillow.
- Peace out. - See you guys.
Seriously, your batwing, dude, that was...
Today is...
Nice.
I don't know.
Manties!
Excuse me.
You know what? Shut up.
- I think he wants to sponsor us. - That's cool.
What? You serious?
Dear Lord, Eric! I am never, ever going to wear that.
Yo, D.
How we're all sharing one heartbeat, like a herd of elk?
Do you mind if we at least set some cones up out there?
I'm psyching you up, dude!
But they didn't.
At least she left our stuff.
You're drunk.
- It's just rules. - You are such a dumb-ass.
Hook us up.
Yeah, bomb them with it, dog!
Trouble in the house!
Let's hear it for the Dream Team! Give it up!
Look at this. Look at this.
All right, hold up.
I want my board, right there. That one.
Let me just get you another glass of bitch.
- Hey. - What's going on?
MR RIVERRRRS
Looking good, stud. I see you've taken a lesson from the Sweet Lou.
I'm sorry. I really wish you guys all the best in the world, sincerely.
We needed a company name to give us credibility on tour.
You go, girl!
Happy Birthday, baby. Matt Jensen
You'll be back.
All right, come on.
- Keep an eye on this kid. - Thanks.
"This is our last shot."
No way!
I know you.
- What about college? - Consider this your full ride.
Hey.
Peace out!
I love it when these little freaks tear each other's skin off for a sticker.
Yo, muscles, check it, okay?
It's over.
- I love you, Dad. - I love you too, son.
- I'm a professional skater, baby. - Yeah, right.
Off the hook.
Why don't you direct your way to the 40s.
And you got something to teach me?
...is Sunday. - It happened already!
Hell, yeah, man.
Yo, I know you wannabes are not here to skate!