Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He said something about that, didn't he?
(GASPS)
- BOY: Yeah! - GIRL: Whoo!
Why does he keep saying things like that?
Curious and curiouser.
I'd be on the phone moping to my girlfriend. Why?
- in one hit, man. - (CHUCKLES)
I stay busy chopping girls' cherry trees
- Hey, Jake. - Yeah?
"zathura: a space adventure" it has the big time it you. Zathura awaits" You already have a robot.
- No? - No.
Of course.
- (WHIPS) - (GRUNTS)
God damn it!
The super scout for the Reds? Master of disguise?
- Oh, "a nice time"? - Oh, man, I know...
I'm an Investigative Journalism major.
You know, den-mother types up your ass.
It's just something for a bunch of performing arts majors.
You just gotta create a clearing of columns.
See that's a bad bet. It's a bad bet.
So, uh, I guess you know my name then.
(WHOOPING)
We got a whole 'nother thing going on around here.
- To the Fox? - To the Fox.
What are you doing here? I thought you'd graduated.
Holy shit.
Confident...
on my baseball team as there is anywhere else.
Hey, Coma, Pete Ward just saw your first hit, man.
BOTH: Lesbians.
PLAYER 2: There we go.
initiating virtually all contact with respect to females.
- Yeah. Sure. - Okay.
JAKE: Really?
but we got a big fall schedule.
You know, hitters, they got no idea what that's like.
total mindless disco music,
where a lot of theater majors live.
It's the most important part of the game, hands down,
Dude, it's like a secret identity!
I assume, being a new (IN DEEP VOICE) teammate.
I mean, language, fucking language. What is language?
Golly gee, you're good. You're good.
You go get 'em, Jacob.
this is why we're one of the best teams in the nation, man.
My name's Tyrone but they call me Plum
Just because you guys are laying bricks with the ladies,
...charming Rod McKuen bit you quoted in your note.
that looked fishy.
- Wanna pick your shit up? - Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Glen, get your head out of your fucking ass! Let's go!
fuck you rat
- BRUM: Hi, Beverly. - Good to see you.
- he just doesn't want us to go. - Mmm...
Fuck, Brumley, you've seriously asked that at every bar.
Yeah, we had ourselves a good ol' time.
Jake Bradford.
FINN: You're seriously trying?
Like, the theater kids would be hysterically crying
PLUM: No shit. JAKE: Mmm-hmm.
I call the whole game but they call me dumb
- You can't teach this chemistry. - You can't.
I'm asking you to dance.
Uh, dude, not you
"You got the best cheese on campus."
Number one. No alcohol in these houses, okay?
and it's gonna be really fun.
So I kind of decided not to be like a one-man holdout on that.
- DJ: Hey, what'd you say? - ALL: Bullshit!
- DJ: Y'all know what time it is! - Oh, my God!
- BEVERLY: Ah! - (PLAYERS CHEERING)
And musical theater kids...
Hey, I'm just gonna tell you something right now.
Hey! Shut off the hose!
- It's camouflage! - (MUSIC CONTINUES)
See, now they got something special to talk about.
Oh, I got the best cheese on campus.
Dude, the whole team's tried it.
He just left one thing, man.
We're getting all this shit for free, okay?
but we're not gonna be friends or anything like that.
I thought his name was Billy Autrey.
DALE: Besides baseball and pussy?
They speaketh the truth, young Beuter Perkins.
(WHISPERING) Is the Queen of Hearts a dude?
BRUM: He doesn't throw 95. PLAYER 2: No.
Thank God.
Make sure and close your eyes,
FINN: Yeah, something's always revealed, like...
Man, let me get a little stretch in.
Is it baseball season now?
Dude, how great is this?
It was so fun, I loved it!
- Okay, man. - Okay, all right!
(GROANING)
You want a Dr. Pepper?
Even though he knows I'm the reigning knuckles champ.
I'm sorry.
PLUM: Fuck. I don't believe what I just fucking saw.
Jim Morrison is still alive, are you?
so I'll see you fellas on Monday.
- Blue, like your eyes. - ...baseball team.
And all you guys' constant fuckwithery.
In this case, getting laid on an oversized, overpriced water balloon,
Why?
NEZ: Isn't that how you always fuck?
I'm not watching.
Dude, I was thinking about sharks.
don't you, Plum?
she's getting the surgery to correct how ugly she is?
Okay. Now you're talking our language a little.
- What are you doing? - Putting it on.
- You're steppin' in what? - Bullshit!
I'm gonna burn this down till my brain's a kernel
to help with the overcrowding situation in athletic dorms,
- Oh, no fucking way. - No, sir.
Wakin ' up in a dream Lucid so sweet
Now, you accept your chumpification,
I don't know about this country bar, man.
- Theater party. - Theater party.
Dale, you're confusing him.
I love this time of year.
Second base.
MAD HATTER: Priceless. BEVERLY: Priceless, is it?
Although I doubt it's gonna have an immediate impact
- Hey. - Hey.
Went about as well as it could've.
That was adorable. Just the whole like...
Did you meet the brain trust that perpetrated such a folly,
"You still ballin' your player?"
- Fetch. - Yeah!
FINN: Dude, this is a good example
- I don't know, dude. - Go for it, man.
- He can't sit up. - That's ridiculous.
Shoot, man. They got me on the shoulder with one,
and I'm already pulling in the groupies, man!
Thank you. Thank you. Give me my adoration.
And apparently the party's a first weekend tradition.
Oh, yeah. It's fascinating.
You, you sawed-off drunk fuck.
FINN: See, we can deduce from that,
- What does that mean? - I don't know.
- BRUM: You had enough? - (GROANS)
MAC: This'll be interesting.
Raw dog!
the gods intend for Sisyphus to suffer, right?
Un-fucking-believable.
'cause when he was coming in,
super-annoying and ignores you.
- (SIGHS) We suck tonight. - Dude, this is getting ridiculous.
Instead of making fun of me, you should be taking notes.
It's a revolutionary, political, sexual and poetic force.
Hey, good game, man. Let's play again.
Nah, man. It's as simple as this.
It is lonely out on the bump, man.