Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Where are you going? - I'm just gonna go up for a little while, okay?

And Zook said I could room with him, you know,

What up, fellas? We're your across-the-hall neighbours.

Someone give this guy the ability to submit PTO he's been through a lot

- What are you trying to say? - No, nothing.

And he hangs on for the touchdown!

"Wait, Professor Jacobs, doesn't history happen a long time ago?"

I'm sorry, he took one human sexuality class, he thinks he's Harvey Milk.

It really makes me miss the '90s,

Its tentacle is eating me!

- Are you embarrassed of your partner? - No, not at all. Okay?

I'm just gonna go home.

Come on, hook me up. Two little fucking string beans?

If you're going into the family business, you will have to have a clean record.

Eric's been all up in that shit. Isn't that right, Eric?

So I'm guessing he's the weak one out of the group? No.

what it's like to have a guy like that telling you what to do all the time?

because you weren't doing the same undercover student thing

Really? More twins?

That's cum. Okay. All right.

What? You can't be a cop and stay here and play football with Zook.

One less cracker ass cracker to worry about.

- What's he doing here? - ...when people did normal drugs.

For shooting my penis off?

- Are you sure? All right... - Yeah.

Hey, we got to pay for this shit.

Enough for one person only.

- I don't want you to hit the bone. - ...two,

It's not not you.

I don't know what you're talking about, man. He look exactly the same to me.

It's like a whole new type of sandwich.

I never once wanted to kiss you!

There's a fucking dragon in here!

Start over from the top.

- You can do this, you can do this. - I can't. This is disgusting.

Just exhausted from inventing Facebook or whatever website people our age use.

This is why I don't drink.

because, you know, girls here love older dudes.

It's a trick play! These two are practically interchangeable.

- You already know, don't you? - What?

What’s my name bitch?

What do you think of this?

Hey, y'all, he's fucking Nataša's daughter! Yo!

Then you better fight like two men.

Hey, Doug, you're not gonna be weird about this, are you?

I’m your bitch!

You are so clearly forcing Eric into this relationship.

That doesn't sound anything like me!

None of you tell McQuaid that he's good, all right?

Maybe this is a good thing.

Give me the goddamn string beans.

Why are you saying this stuff?

find the supplier, but don't cost the department no more money.

Shit. My brother needs me again.

instead of the person that you're clearly pretending to be right now,

Dude, we're even about the arm thing, okay? Right?

I'm impressed you caught up to me.

Hey, why don't you come to practice today?

I do. I hear you can get WhyPhy on campus anywhere 24/7.

There's a reflection right here.

Me trying to make conversation with someone who isn’t into fitness or nutrition

It's so confusing!

That's bullshit, man! You Sleepy!

Are you two fucking around at school again?

My name is Heff

Given all these strong feelings,

Look, whatever happens tonight, you have to keep up, okay?

Look, if you don't say something, people will never stop discriminating.

We're gonna put cameras everywhere,

I really want you guys to hang out.

- What? - Do you have guns?

Dude, holy shit, bro. Great fucking catch, dude.

I couldn't leave you hanging, man!

- That's how we'll do it. - That's how we'll do it.

If you see that safety line up that deep, though, hit me quicker.

Hey, my partner here, he want to see the product.

I mean, for all we know, a lot of people could have that tattoo.

And we've ignored all the other clues.

for the opening game against the University of College Generals.

Zook and McQuaid!

Fuck high school.

Yeah, I guess the kids just use the stacks to hide and have sex.

and then they party like it's goddamn 1999.

So many fucking stairs.

No, no, no. Hey, he's a student. He didn't do anything.

- "Our thing"? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I can do it. - Are you sure?

- Okay. - Best night ever.

Anyone with half a brain, myself included, thought it was destined to fail spectacularly.

I wish you can un-fuck my daughter, but I'm gonna let that be the past.

I got on $800 shoes, and you can't even see the motherfuckers.

Because. Ayo, who just-- Who just asks why they getting jumped?

and we're gonna monitor the fuck out of what he's doing.

- Doesn't even hurt! - Okay...

"Greedy man hands!"

If you don't interlock it, it's not hand-holding.

It's getting worse lately.

And there go the fans onto the field.

Dude, this is what I've always wanted. Just me and you, buddy.

What? I don't get to drive the Lambo?

I didn't look down.

Embedding is our tendency to latch on to the first bit of information that we're offered

He said you were sucking his dick.

- Welcome to college. - Fuck, yeah.

State name! Number! State name! Number!

- He looks like a 30-year-old eighth grader. - He's gonna be fine.

I'm your worst nightmare.

- I don't think he's the guy, either. - Yeah?

Why don't you sell those old classic drugs from the '90s, like cocaine, heroin and...

- Is that it? - That's my dick.

No, he's actually not our guy. I would know.

Go into incredibly descriptive details of the story, so we all know.

Yeah, I thought we had Cate Blanchett with the budget.

- Nothing. - All right, ready?

Is that a hickey?

We have hung out. He's completely ignored me.

I fucking hate spring break!

We got to move right now.

That's right, Jim. They both have one half a brain.

- I don't want to improvise. - I'm gonna need you to improvise.

You managed to un-fuck up the situation you originally fucked up.

'cause you're a fucking narc.

I'm kidding. It's a football.

You two sons of bitches are going to culinary school.

to confirm that Rooster has that bazooka tattoo.

You got to let her drive you, bro.

Where'd you find this gringo, man?

Your fucking guy's got a tattoo.

It's Adderall mixed with Ecstasy mixed with God knows what else.

- I'm all out. - You stupid moron!

- All right? All right? - Yeah. Yeah.

I'm your best night...

"Bills! A sign of the times that rhymes