Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, it's inappropriate? - Yeah, a little bit.

Guys, I can't see.

And you know, now my tied-for-first best friend

- 'Cause Waymond, you're going down! - Watch this. Hey, guys. Hey, guys.

But you do get to drive it for a two-day one-night stay

Shut up. Yuh-huh.

- Okay. - That's stupid. - No, no, no, no, no.

So if we're going to beat that tough gal pal Lynette,

- Come on, hot sauce, let's go. - It's G-orge.

commands an army of orcs. [Spits]

Well, the ice princess here is...

- I need a Slurpee to cool off. - Hey, hey!

Oh, my God, do you feel it?

- Dude. - Yeah.

Yeah, well, it's in my blood. My dad worked for the Chicago Bulls growing up.

I'll bet that's what Alice's [Bleep] taste like.

- There it is! - Oh!

Here's the juice, and here is the juice shooters.

- What do you wanna be called? - Hot sauce.

I'm not practicing. Okay?

Wha... wait, so he didn't have a heart attack, he just took PCP.

It's Cheryl, dumbass.

Anyway, I did get corporate to put up a cool-ass prize.

Oh, yeah, man. He's great.

No. No, no, no, you don't win the car.

Good to see you guys again. I'll talk to you after the game.

I'm okay on that.

- You've got a crush on her. - Yeah, I got a little thing for her.

- Whole gooch. - Sorry, bro.

Spiritual awakening, bigger than thy self.

You know how long it took me to get in that guild?

I'm not sure they're broadcasting that game.