Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A catering race.

These guys are talking shit. We're gonna teach them a lesson.

Danielle, can I call you sometime? I got your number in my head.

- Man: Bases loaded. - Casey: Garlan, come on, come on!

- Oh shit. - (moaning)

She gave me this.

Look at it. It looks just like gold.

You think 'cause you're better-looking, you're a better caterer?

- Come on, Kyle. These guys suck. - No, we don't.

- Awesome game, guys. - Fuck yourself.

- With your band. - Yeah.

Argh! Oh, why why why?

You can't be good at something you're not interested in.

Oh my God, can you speak?

Are you telling me you threw a perfect game of horse?

Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm totally uncoordinated.

Now I'm talking about us.

Woman: Come on, Trace, you're up!

And I'm sorry, Uda.

I mean, there's got to be some order to the universe.

Hey, do you guys want to put money on this?

You're a wizard of making women uncomfortable.

Five, four, three,

You were just as shocked about Soup R' Crackers as I was.

Maybe they are better caterers. Maybe they are better-looking.

Are you wearing a tie?

Jesus. Who's that asshole?

No, you know what? They're not better-looking.

I'm better-looking than him and her and everyone else here.

as her manager.

Oh, we're dumb? You owe us nine bucks, bitch.

- Look, I think... - I think we should break up.

you turn your shitty job into a contest.

- And the second option is... - What, I break up with Uda?

You're a losing motherfucker, motherfucker!