Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What shade of awesome are those things,

Time of death 10:00 P. M., 9:00 Central.

- How? - Pee on me.

I hear her ghost still haunts the old haunted locker room.

I faked my own death.

My wiener's out. Boy. Oh. Ha.

Well, sorry. Didn't you and Lola have a thing?

Why does it always rain in Seattle, never L. A.?

Are you here to take me to the other side?

Is it really so crazy that I faked my own death because I had too many e-mails?

Za wardo Kono dio da

You have to think about Nicky right now.

Nicky's in no condition to give me support,