Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Jesse, where are you?

- Jesse, you can't do this to me!

We're going to save each other.

It's for Cherie. It'll make her look huge, right?

[cheering and applause]

They murdered an ophthalmologist last summer,

even a Q-tip-shaped, rough draft Pixar-looking motherfucker like you.

- ♪ Shout ♪ - ♪ A little bit louder now ♪

[doorbell rings] [both gasp]

- Where am I? Where's my car?

It's getting closer! It's-- [tires squeal]

You gotta track them down, tell them I love them,

because I masturbate a lot.

- It's a battle top with a frost-powered cyclone ridge!

I don't think you understand what we like.

- No! That's two reboots too far.

You're the closest equivalent I have to a brother.

- I may not know what kids do in high school anymore,

- You really did?

- No! Fuck! Our bullet! I shot our priceless bullet!

Meet Andy St. Clair.

Have you ever been to Mars? I-I-I went to Mars one time.

- Terry, you got your flakes all over the floor. That's disgusting.

- You know, you gotta admit we make a pretty good team.

- She's already coming back from the dead.

- I don't know which has brought us closer:

- What's the statute of limitations on being indirectly involved

- It's okay if you're mad. I get it.

- W-what did I do? I can hardly even read!

I was never her bae.

- I lined a bucket with a bulletproof vest.

- When students spend all their money on high school bets,

- ♪ Take it easy ♪ - ♪ Shout ♪

Eh? It's good, right?

♪ Under my sail ♪

- You want to spend time doing the things I like,