Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-It is too late. -Guys, one at a time, please.

-Where? -Mind your fucking business.

All right, man. Let's go.

Usually women use those small handheld purses on dates.

Well, I try to love my dad for who he is and forgive him for who he isn't.

-All right. After training. -[Colin gagging]

[gasps] Say fucking yes!

Here you are. Get on that, kiddo.

None of your fucking business.

-[grunts] Oops. -[James] Ah.

'cause it's you singing "Tonight" from West Side Story,

Yeah, all right now, Doc. Take care.

There's nothing you can say. It is what it is. It's a write-off.

Otherwise, what's the point?

[Bridget] I doubt you'll make any headway with Coach Lasso

Can't say that, mate. I'm sorry.

Yes, I think I am.

Why did you send me your address?

No, 'cause he eats bugs for money.

Oh! I'm just in here until my office exists.

So you'll need to rest for a few days, okay?

[chuckles] So where did we leave off?

-[sighs] -I mean it.

Come on now, Coach. It is what it is.

Oh, bloody hell.

Thank you, Sam.

Okay, what do you, uh--

I have water and I have wine.

[in deep voice] Then I'll talk to you in twenty minutes. Sling Blade. Mm-hmm.

Do you have any idea where she might be getting this from?

I mean, look, I only did it because you inspired me to.

can we not do this again sometime?

Listen, we can still have dinner. Okay? It doesn't have to be a date.

[stammers] Not now.

I really should get some rest. [sighs]

Tell me you didn't eat the prawn cocktail.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ain't no ring on these fingers.