Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

See, no one sees me coming. Come on, what you got? What you got?

You know, it's Brittany's birthday. Go ahead, get some sugar in your system.

-[hip-hop music playing on speakers] -Uh-oh.

-Fuck, I'm famished. -Yeah?

[panting] Coach, I'm-- I'm sorry.

-[car door closes] -I don't have time for this.

-Imperialism. Right. Yeah. -Imperialism.

-Yeah, this gentleman right here. -Ernie Lounds, The Sun.

And a meaningless consolation goal for Jamie Tartt in injury time.

Caesar you later.

-Yeah? All right, I underestimated you. -Yeah.

You don't wanna let them call you a wanker, Ted. It's bad.

Wanker! Wanker!

-Uh, yeah. Yeah. -Now, why'd you go and do that?

[clears throat]

They call cleats "boots."

Actually, did y'all get the O.J. trial over here?

I mean, heck, Higgins and I are having lunch today.

He may consort with whatever model-actress, actress-model he pleases.

She spun you around like the Tasmanian Devil.

I come bearing sweet treats to numb the sting of defeat. [chuckles]

You go ahead and go first. Go. Right off the bat. Come on.

[sighs] You know what today feels like?

[Arlo] Chris, did you ever play under an American manager?

Blah, blah, blah. "What's the first concert you ever saw?"

All right, shall we?

Or as y'all call 'em here, biscuits, right?

You're gonna show up tomorrow with biscuits, aren't you?

Wow, this is all I used to eat growing up. [laughs]

Could go for coffee though.

so me and Coach ain't gonna mess with the game plan.

-Fuck me. -Hmm.

[commentator] We are moments away from Crystal Palace facing AFC Richmond

-Good night, Coach. -Night, Coach.

If you told me where you got these delicious biscuits.