Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...starts with an understanding of some basic fundamentals.

I've been blessed with many things in this life:

I know you don't remember me.

I'm still waiting on a check, so I need you to keep floating.

- Don't go with him. - It's okay, it's okay.

...these are the priceless heirlooms from my reign as king of the ball field.

- Aid me? - Yeah, you know, like...

I have a knife! I have a knife!

Okay, you know what, Kenny, rather than asking for the top price...

...on the satellite thing. I will also help out with the boys.

I don't know why you're being a bitch. I'm trying to make my life better.

No, I'm just not the guy to help you. Wish I could though.

You butt fucked me, Cassie.

Yeah, nice job making 3 bucks a week, you dipshit.

- You don't got a clue, bro. - No, I got the clue.

- Congratulations, sweetheart. - Congratulations, my ass.

He was a champion wrestler in high school, and I'm not making that up.

...and then people will make bids on them. You know, kind of like an auction.

Every fucking one of them, even the ugly-as-shit ones.

Stevie, this better be good.

People will buy this shit. Sixteen or 17? Sixteen?