Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here's your net.
Are you talking about Triechel? He blew his head off.
For instance, I'm 14, you're 16.
- Try it on, Lucas! - Yeah, put it on!
Let's go.
Ready? Break!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
They say the guy that's taking over is a real Nazi.
Hi. Hey, thanks for waiting for me. I've gotta talk to you.
- Do you want anything? - No.
I'm serious, man! No more hitting for me!
What is he doing? Come on!
You coming out for the football team or not?
- Get a doctor. - Someone get the doctor!
''Gosh, I have to work late again tonight. ''
Not for 17 years.
-But aren't they here? -Cappie's here. . .
Large Coke, Small Coke And I'll have either Goobers or M&M's
- It's not trying to get away. - Hey, it must be dumb.
- I'm supposed to feel sorry? - Have some compassion.
Cappie, Cappie, he's our man If he can 't do it, no one can
Yeah?
-What's your name? -Maggie.
The doctors say he was unconscious.
- Shit. - Come on, get him!
I don't care. I want to get out of here.
It's you that don't fit. Now, go turn it in.
- . . .has to be given a chance. - I'd like to point out. . .
And he agrees with me totally. He's a civil-rights lawyer.
Yes.
No.
-Are you a communist? -No, but I do keep an open mind.
Did she say that?
-Hey! Hey, what are you doing? -They put me in! I'm in the game!
I don't think so.
-Are you capable of handling this? -Ouite capable, yes.
. . .and others you like as a friend.
And it looks real good on college applications. And anybody can join.
. . .but just give me some time.
Come over here. The rest of you, hit the tires!
. . .keep those feet under them and moving.
-Is that all right, Lucas? -Me? Hey. . . .
-Oh, he's the best. -And he's so smart.
That was funny, wasn't it? That was planned.
What are you deciding?
By yourself?
Ever!
And now this picking fistfights in the Iocker room?
- Jesus Christ! - What was that?
-Don't worry about it. We're going out. -I can't. My mom's picking me up.
He said it had something to do with the force of gravity.
She can put her fat ass on Lucas' bicycle, where it belongs.
Cheerleading?
-What?! -Yeah. He killed himself.
-Hi. -Hi. This is Maggie, guys.
Why do people do that?
That's disgusting. Let's get out of here. Let's go.
I don't like to get caught up in that stuff. It's superficial.
I'm glad it's not bigger than me.
My dad's working for this ad agency.
Let's let everybody see your faces.
Oh, shit!
I'm doing you a favor, Luke. You're not cut out for this.
He's kind of alcoholic.
- Hey, Luke. - Hey, Cap.
- Hey, let's give him a rubdown! - Yeah!