Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, it's my team.
- And stop. - No no! I won!
Crap. Why did I even bother?
- Are you okay? - I think so. Thanks.
I know you lost the trophy after three years.
Check this out.
Hey, where are you going?
I don't know.
- Oh yeah? - And she offered me a job.
She was our singing shoe.
Garlan Greenbush... company picnic all-around champ three years running.
- Lucy Liu, Lucy Liu, let's go. - Let's go, Kyle, come on.
I'm sorry, are we still talking about work?
Why are you doing this?
Why why why why why?
Fuck yeah, let's make it interesting.
No no no no no. Now that I'm a winner,
Oh, and do you shave your arms?
* And the home of the brave. *
Hey, can I interest you in a three-legged race?
(crowd groans)
I hear you're up for operations manager.
- What's this supposed to be? - It's me.
Because he owns the company. Oh God.
What is that?
Yeah, okay. 'Cause actually I wanted to talk with you.
What, a team leader? Really?
Hey, what are you doing?
- Let's go, Kyle. - Come on, Sato, go go go.
Danielle! Stop it. Danielle, somebody's coming.
Casey: We got this. We got this. We got it. We got it.
Okay.
I fucking hate them.
Yeah yeah yeah, dude, we got it. Just prepare to lose, okay?
I'm sure that applies to doing just about anything with you.