Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know training camp starts in three weeks.
a chance to put on that helmet
Maybe I just like to hear you say it.
Welcome to the Miami Dolphins, son.
Look, I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry I was late.
and you fuck groupie whores, you end up dead.
Don't let Vernon learn the hard way, all right?
That quick?
Seriously, baby, do us both a favor
I'm actually looking to get me a job.
Yeah, but you were a sure thing.
Fuck Twitter, man.
Tragic, man. I'm sorry to hear that.
How the fuck is that even possible?
All right, we can work something out.
Dr. Oz says people deal with grief in their own individual way.
Whoa, whose Bentley? I know this ain't a rental.
What's up with your boy Ricky? What is it, cocaine?
- You calling about Jarret? - Yes, I am.
Yeah, right. No, even crazier, though.
Saved my ass that day.
You ever worked in car sales before?
- I'm not doing that. - Rick.
- Fuck that trophy. - All right.
If it drives, flies, floats or fucks,
I would have taken a call from the fucking trainer.
womanizing assholes.
and once again ball... ball on these motherfuckers,
Hell, yeah, you do. Love you, too, girl.
I should be handling his money.
No shit. Charles got a job?
Hello, Spence?
I love you.
Think you can handle that kind of pressure, golden boy?
Oh, fuck that.
- Any leads? - Oh, man.
Everything okay?
Okay. What's up, Ricky?
Let's have dinner tonight at Prime 112.