Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

commands an army of orcs. [Spits]

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

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

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

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

- Whole gooch. - Sorry, bro.

Oh, my God, do you feel it?

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

Oh, yeah, man. He's great.

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

- There it is! - Oh!

Well, the ice princess here is...

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

- Dude. - Yeah.

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

Guys, I can't see.

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

It's Cheryl, dumbass.

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

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

Spiritual awakening, bigger than thy self.

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

I'm not practicing. Okay?

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

I'm okay on that.

Shut up. Yuh-huh.

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

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

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