Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good luck.
What if you hadn't got it?
Huh? Come.
What?
I'm a little afraid of you.
All I ask is that you do your work to the best of your abilities...
(CROWD SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Because the Springboks are playing so badly?
Yes! Yes, Bokke!
He's not like anyone I've ever met before.
Chester, I reckon you're up.
If Madiba can do it, we can do it.
- Do you want me to inform the VP? - No.
It allowed me to expect more of myself.
Let me see.
Everyone thinks they'll beat us, and if they do...
And in the event of a close count, we'll go to a written ballot.
Great all-around fly half is Andrew Mehrtens...
Beer tastes like shit, man.
That is very difficult, I find.
...then it is better that you do leave.
(CHOIR SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE ON TV)
The day I am afraid to do that is the day I am no longer fit to lead.
Chester, will you lead us in a prayer?
Have I ever mentioned to you that I hate rugby?
Nobody cares as long as we're winning the matches.
Why most programmers get pissy when you interrupt them
Seriously?
Yeah, okay. Over here, okay?
And we need to change as well.
I've been invited to tea.
You can't be serious. He's the captain of the Springboks.
Perhaps we should make a little wager.
I am aware of your earlier vote.
Truly honored.
ANNOUNCER : Game over. Final score: South Africa, 42, Samoa, 14.
Let's look them over for assignments.
Twelve votes. Twelve.
Boks kick a goal for the lead for the first time in the match.
And yet the menace of the years
(CROWD SINGING OLE OLE OLE)
(CHEERING)
He tried to go to heaven But he went the other way
What are our chances in the World Cup? I mean, for real.
South Africa appears to be on the verge of a civil war.
We want those two approaches completely sanitized.
Me, Mum, Nerine.
This is the schedule for the month.
...has triggered a power struggle between the ANC and their black rivals.
Afternoon, men.
Fuck you, pussy.
...this Springbok team has been over-practiced on the field...
We had the support of 43 million South Africans.
MAN : Yes, Mr. President, of course.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
- Good thing it was just a cup. ETIENNE : And good thing he never saw it.
But how can we win?
- Hennie, good luck. - Sir.
- François, picture, please. MAN 2 : François, can we get picture?
WOMAN : Office of the president, good morning.
(KNOCKING)
Come on, you bloody bastards.
Go on in.
One week, boys.
This is the day our country went to the dogs.
That minority still controls the police, the army and the economy.
Brenda, you've had your hair done. I like it.
- A poem? - A Victorian poem.
Look in my eyes.
He needs a complete rest.
I reckon you've knocked the stuffing out of them today.
...but we're sure as hell going to be the fittest.
(CHEERING)
MAN (ON TV): Well, soccer is usually their favorite sport here...
- Yes, Hennie? - This is for you from us.
What dramatic moments here at Ellis Park.
Posts.
...Mr. Nelson Mandela.
- Hello. There you go. DLAMINI : God bless you.
What's this?
Engage!
MAN 1 : And now. MAN 2 : Come on, boys.
Nonetheless, I believe we should restore the Springboks.
The score now: New Zealand, 6, South Africa, 3.
(PHONE RINGING)
If we take away what they cherish...
Tell me, François...
And in related news, it was announced that President Mandela...
And I, for one, am relieved that we are the host nation...
We would only interrupt such beautiful music for something truly important.
Maybe even these four guys in my office tried and often succeeded.
...that we would get in on merit alone. - Who's it gonna be?