Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lincoln Field, baby! You guys think you're actually gonna make the team?
I'm relaxing, I'm getting drunk, and you're leaving me alone.
We are actually going to be running on the Linc!
Look. We're working our asses off in this bar, and we're getting nothing to show for it...
If I say it one more time... If I say it one more time...
We don't have time for this. Frank, just give us the gun! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
He's been trying to climb through that trash can for 20 minutes.
What are you talking about? I've been stuck in this bathroom for three hours.
All we're doing is arguing about the most stupid shit
What the hell? Oh, no. Not again.
I'm really peaking here.
Is that what all those little pieces of paper were floating... I drank all that shit, dude!
What are you talking about? The beer? No. The acid.
Move it, fellas. Let's get on the bus.
Women can't do things like this. You'll get hurt.
Mmm. Woodstock, baby.
Yeah. You're... You're here in the world. That's the sun.
The bus that takes you to the field.
These people are freak shows, man. Freaks.
Son of a bitch. All right. Screw it, man. We're here. We'll just relax.
Yeah, but we're stuck over here by the portable shitters, man. It's kinda lame.
Boyle McPoyle
Hey, man. Stop smoking, will ya? Some of us are trying to make the team.
Come on, dude. You almost ran me... Oh, my God.
Well, Dennis, I think you know what we have to do.
What? You're dropping acid?