Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You gotta be shittin' me, Beuter!

- (GROANS) - (LAUGHING)

Are you kidding me?

Okay. Well, when do you stop, like, rehearsals

ROPER: Well, there's nothing here.

Well, that's the sign of a good coon dog punch, Coma.

I'm liking it. Shall we go?

I already told you, Jake, this ain't high school, man.

These are my teammates. Plum, Finn, and Coma.

Shit, if I was that pussy-whipped little bitch,

(METAL CLANKING)

ROPER: That dude is Plum.

PLUM: Didn't it seem like most of the girls we saw today were,

that's trendy now everywhere!

Looks like Beuter Perkins is getting laid this weekend. Huh?

The book is, we're going over to rap with them.

Are you prepared to fold like a lawn chair?

Don't talk to me when I'm hitting.

Yeah! Did you guys hear that?

This shirt makes me fucking sad, man.

Might as well put a strikeout down in the books, fellas.

but you are the official frontrunner

How'd that guy end up here?

but I'm pretty sure that that is a new school record.

- I'm a Leo. - Uh-oh.

You might as well show 'em.

Just lots of different types of stuff

(POP MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

How do you spell "Beuter," by the way?

Uh, Beuter, we also got a bet going on

I'ma do like Pete Ward and go undercover

That's Michelle with her friend Val.

This? This is ours.

but my name is Beverly.

- Yup. - I hate pitchers, okay?

That's a good point

And it's best two out of three, okay?

Anybody spotted him?

Fuck you! Fuck you, you jackoffs!

ROPER: She's built right.

- Oh, my God. - Un-fucking real, man.

Supposed to meet up with this hot dancer-actress chick,

So, where you guys been tonight?

- Try it again, Nesbit. - Okay.

So insecure about the duck feet.

- All right then, boys, y'all be good. - Uh-uh-uh!

I don't know where the hell you think you're going.

MAN: Dale Douglas!

- Oh, shit, come on. - Oh, shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

What about you?

but I assure you...

Hey! No, you fucking stay.

- JAKE: That dude needs to relax. - Thanks, Jake.

Has he told you about his average cock?

She's gonna have to take it back to her place or,

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

ROPER: Attaboy, Mac!

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

- Yeah? - Oh, hell, yes.

FINN: Ouch! ROPER: Not my fault she's a bitch.

And the trick is, what's the trick?

Jake, Jake, Jake

Trying to help you out, and you're gonna question me?

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

It all comes down to how well you sell it,

- Yeah, but I heard "cock gobbler." - FINN: Cock gobbler.

We're fucking drinking, man! That's what we're doing!

(CEILING CREAKS)

I'd still be a virgin, all right?

I didn't say that.

totally avoidable.

That's some pussy shit. It tastes like fruit punch.

Which isn't very much.

(BLUEGRASS MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, what were you expecting, Beuter?

You gotta accept it.

Now, we can't stop you from having a drink

Emi: You fucking asshole! Simi: Stupid fucking asshole!

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

- I'll be right back. - Huh?

I just took Sisyphus and baseball,

but we were so ridiculous.

I mean, Billy. Uh...

I feel the same way about performing.

Cool, yeah, okay.

Crank it up, sweetheart! Come on, baby!

I'll sweep you off your feet No need to be crude

- Cool. Yeah, cool. - Yeah, might be fun.

- Hey. - Hi, Jake.

Mmm. But that doesn't make them bad guys.

- Serious? Promise? - Yeah, they look great.

and the eight of you living next door,

You get a bunch of competitors together...

Unreal, doggie, we made it!

- Just one. - Oh. What'd you write about?

Suck my dick, man!

Erica's such a bitch.

All these people never be anything more than

Look, it's cool, guys. All right. We had a nice time.

Not much. But hey, I'm loving this new look.

I'm not a rubber lover glover I don't need no love buffer

Did he just throw the ball in the fucking parking lot?

(CHUCKLES) What did I tell you?

You sitting this one out with that "raw dog" bullshit.

All right. Mac, you got something?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Okay, Brum, have your balls dropped?

I've got you figured out, son.

all night if you want to. I don't really care.

You get good at making the school-part work for you, right?

PLUM: So, what do most of the guys on the team major in?

I'm starting to have an identity crisis here.

You're like a lost lamb.

You need to stop thinking so much.

I was saying "impossible," and then when you put the...

You know, a fucking bunch of dudes jump around on stage,

- My little sister drinks a screwdriver too. - Oh, really? Does she?

just like everybody else.

- I'm Jake. - Don't do it.

GIRL: You're into astrology? FINN: Of course.

Mi amigos de fuckwithery!

Fun. How was yours?

such as hitting a baseball,

We are in the playoffs every year

GIRL: So, you've had your chart done?

- Are you serious? - Ow!

Hey, Alex Brumley.

- Okay, dumb. - You know, actually,

It's all you can do.

Okay, that's it.

Is this the guy that left the flowers on my door?

- You up? - Yeah.

Stupid fucking game!

- Whoo! Good spot, bro! - Wow.

She was really fucking cute,

What class do you have first up?

What's up? Tyrone.