Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"You know I am. I'm Dr. Andre."
I will win, okay, but there's something strange going on here.
...for he has come to save the world.
If I'm not allowed to watch the games, none of you can watch the games.
Hey, dig in everyone. All right.
I have a theory.
Sometimes we're not the best at expressing our emotions.
I was thinking about football...
- All right, I'm onto you. - You know what I smell?
Oh, stop, all right?
You know, I do talk a lot of smack, guys, but it's only because I can:
How long have you been in it?
Thank you, Taco. I hope you had a great time.
Guys, there's some dessert, guys.
Let's all agree that we are The League of Extraordinary Fantasy Gentlemen.
Why is she picking up shit?
Can I bring maybe one of those guys?
Maybe she could go to Mexico and have a fecal fiesta.
But that's why you belong.
Well, it's making it hard to get...
I don't trust any of you, but I'm willing to try.
...there is another league.
I was thinking of something different, and you're a great godfather.
- Sorry, I can't talk to you right now, bye. - Oh, God.
Sofia thought that maybe we should do this buffet-style.
- You're not going anywhere. - I have to check in with a patient.
- He's wonderful. - Yeah.
Cale, come here.
- This is lovely, thank you very much. - Thank you.
It looks like you better sell your house, because only winners live here.
Oh, Sofia's gonna be there.