Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, let's go, team. All right, Party Down.

Hey, hold on. Stop it.

(theme music playing)

- Kyle: It's all right. It's all right. - Get off the field.

That's attached to your crotch.

Hey, can I interest you in a three-legged race?

- Kyle: We got this. - It's in there.

Your dad? Why would you sue your dad?

Not only are you guys ugly, you're dumb.

Listen to me. I will the surrender the trophy to you

I don't think it's really what I want to be doing.

Yeah, and this $1.29 at Target.

Well, he's not Rembrandt. He's five.

I did want to talk to you about something.

And of course, any spills... instant disqualification.

Do you have any interest in leading the team?

Oh wait, but he already offered the job to the woman from Valhalla Catering.

there's a hair on my miniburger right here.

So I talked to her.

Okay, I'm higher than I thought.

Yeah yeah, see, and that's an actual move.

You should have been circulating those two minutes ago.

Come on, you think you got what it takes?

You can't tell me what to do anymore!

No, he didn't. That's an arm.

- Hey. Hi. - Hey. Hi.

Um, how was the theater thing?

- Fuck 'em in the ass! - One, two, three...

Ron: Ow ow ow. Stop stop stop.

perfectly planned, well-executed.

...and I was thinking that we have two options

It's fine. Don't worry about me.

All right, guys, so we're calling the game on account of an injury.

I think once you see my materials

You're not the only man in the world,

as a drunken indiscretion