Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I know this was supposed to be a talent show,
- Oh, not just any Beyblade, Jesse.
- ♪ Lift my heels up and ♪ - ♪ Shout ♪
while also being the leader.
- Well, after all that talk about not leading, here you are.
[screaming]
- Don't jinx it!
I scraped all the plaque off my feet, and I can taste the floor again!
This ends now.
[people screaming]
now that you're single, you could come to the JV Mock Model UN tomorrow with me.
- I know these people.
That one? [gunshots]
- It's here!
Glen's shattered foot bones cushioned it. - Oh no!
[screams] - Oh, there it is!
You don't just find vodka merch
and a great idea for an X-rated Clifford the Big Red Dog parody
- Help! Please, please. I don't want to be in orbit!
- So why the fuck would you make a side bet with this little shit-stain
In a bangin' suit of armor.
- I shot it straight up, and my eyesight is really good
Aren't they made by out-of-touch rich old white guys?
[grunts]
JESSE: Wait, did you mean BTS?
- It's designed to inspire, not for battle.
[school bell rings]
When the tongue game hits just right
- I got it.
instead of Scholastic.
- ♪ A little bit softer now ♪ - ♪ Shout ♪
I was embarrassed to be a stupid joke, and I was covering it up.
Unless someone put an unregistered satellite in orbit.
because I don't have a crazy sexcapade of my own.
- My eye!
[door opens, closes]
Look, before you decide to leave, just hear me out.
- I don't think that's the lesson you should be--
- Call an ambulance already!
- Calm down, Glen, it was an accident.
[gavel banging]
in a residential nebula.
- It'll take a couple of months,
but that is the sweetest Beyblade I've ever seen.
even though you're from outer space?