Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, it's just a suggestion.
There's his girlfriend, Alise, cheerleading. Been together three years.
-Please get it away. -You should take a look.
You interested in wide receivers?
Luke, can I talk to you for a minute?
Hi. I'm Lucas.
Yeah, can you see me wearing this?
Yeah, why don't you.
I turn around, and you're walking with her or looking or smiling at her.
The second-rate coach of a third-rate team or me?
All right, then. Blend away.
I mean, you've never used a blender before.
I don't think we can go, Lucas.
-Do you still? -What?
-Lucas! -Twenty-nine! Set. Hut! Hut!
- Get the hell out of here! - Ready? Hut! Hut!
Pirates can't be beat!
-It's suicide. -What do you mean?
Here he comes.
-I hate to see her get desperate. -Jesus.
-Then why do you do it? -Well, I don't know.
- Oh, shit! - Alise. Alise, relax. Felax!
- How was your summer? - It was good.
By breeding with the strongest males, females ensure survival of the species.
They practice every day.
- Ready to make your drink? - Yeah.
You guys been going together a long time?
To tell you the truth, I wound up at a bowIing alley.
-I didn't know your last name. -Really?
- What are you doing? - Step on it!
-Thank you. -I don't mind them.
-Which school? Park High? -Yeah.
-He's smart. Not like you. -He's scared. Not like me.
By the family tree, you might say?
-Look at him! -What the hell are you doing, Luke?
- Is everybody all right? - I don't believe it!
Who we kidding here? Who's the pissant?
I still don't know why he did it.
Like being a workaholic. Like being caught in the system.
- Oh, hi, Rina. - Hi, Rina.
- Come on, let's go. Go, go. Come on. - Let's go, guys.
Whoa! What a shot! Look out! This kid's an all-American!
- You look great. - You too.
-You know, you could've gotten killed. -Did we win?
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
- Let's go. - No, I have to settle this.
I don't wanna leave him by himself.
Thanks.
-I have 15 minutes. -Okay.
Do I know those guys? Of course I know those guys.
Recruiting for the video club. You want to come out?
Why don't you come with us.
Wow.
I don't know, Lucas.
Okay.
Like politics?
Just suit up and sit on the bench?
-Throw it to Lucas! -No, don't throw it to Blye!
And if you'll all now proceed in an orderly fashion to the gym.
Come on, man!
Or do you wanna go with something like this?
-Think I'm interesting? -Yes.
- Hey, jock! You blew it! - Keep trying!
-I'm gonna travel myself someday. -Oh, me too.