Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hand in the cookie jar. Hand in the cookie jar, baby.
Hot sauce. He wants to be... What do you want me to be, Parmesan?
I feel it.
- Okay, uh-oh. - Oh.
There's not enough time, man! You gotta get to the game!
2-3, 2-3.
[Overlapped chatter]
Right, A... Where's Adam?
- Are you ready for this? - Let's get it then!
Dunk it. Shatter the backboard for Adam.
What's everyone still doing here, man? We got a b-ball game!
- Wait. - This is fun!
We going to Reno!
Over here we got Karl the Malone,
And, like, maybe have sex with hookers.
Get some ice, gill. Did you break it?
Lay it up, blaaaaa... oh!
Oh, nuh-uh.
You can't go to the hospital for a broken heart.
Frickin' hits you just like that.
Yeah! Murder 'em! Kill 'em all!
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on. That's a terrible-ass nickname.
- Yes. - Well, guess what.
- A victory lap. - No, no, no.
- What? Are you serious? - Ahh!
- [Knock on door] - Ooh, right on time.
Plus, he's the only guy that we could afford.
is in the hospital, and I'm just a little rusty, all right?
Though I think we need to practice if we're gonna beat Lynette and her squad.
Like, come home with 60 bucks
What?
At least. Absolutely.