Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Please do. - I'm joining Tez's team.

- Please. - Yeah, for real.

- We did it. - Yeah.

Sorry. I farted on her.

and the doctor said it's your fault and not all the Mexican steroids.

Guys, go warm up, all right? I'm on your team.

Taste the rainbow, bitches! Unh!

Here's the deal. Anyone asks, you are a night janitor here.

I swear on my mother's only child, which is who I am, I'll never forgive you.

The Trilla squad has arrived, and its captain is me!

- What? - See? Thank you.

I hope you don't get mad at me when I freakin' smash her skull in

Oh, he's taking a victory crap.

- Okay, I am sorry. - Yeah.

- If I win this, can we go on a date together? - Hell, no.

- The juice shooters. - Be careful. Those are not clean.

We need you, girl, one arm or not.

Yeah, well, corporate's been bugging me to start a "health initiative."

- Of my nuts just ruptured. - What an idiot.

I need to impress these people or I won't be in the guild anymore.

Oh, I thought you were gonna say her titties.

- Okay. - You gotta wear that.

I, myself, am a high-ranking blood elf.

If you quit this team...

- in different situations. - Yeah. - Ew.

He should've been on the team.

There's hella millipedes under that bush.

[Cheers and applause]

Sorry about that. Ah!

I'm an 11, 'cause I got a six up here, and a five-inch pork sword, so...

I won't pay, but if I meet one and, like, we hit it off, I'll totally do it.

{pub}Thank you for joining me, Karl. Do not make me regret this.

He's right here. He's not even in his room. What are you doing?

My bad! My bad! My bad!

Oh, that's Lynette from accounting.

I think Reno is the new Vegas.