Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lucas. Come on, man.

Hold on to your butts, brochachos

You're just jealous 'cause I have another older male friend.

I'm gonna flip him the bird,

No, you just…

changed how the world perceived those like her with disabilities.

[Eddie cackles]

Kanye West wake up

Whilst I respect the passion,

[marching band playing]

My dad was in the newspaper.

[electric guitar rendition playing]

[wet squelching]

And he'll never back down from what's right, what's moral.

[sighs] Okay, well, there's no story here, if that's what you're after.

[cheerleaders] Let's go, Tigers!

"For us to return home with our heads hung low in defeat?"

[Eleven] I think I have finally adapted.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

Wait, can you undress her?

Just like we practiced.

Besides, I mean, I really dig this girl.

♪ Be running up that road ♪

I… I was never scared because…

[bullies chuckling]

we were talking,

Emotions can make it speed up or slow down.

♪ Do you wanna feel how it feels? ♪

[Ten] Six and Dr. Ellis…

[light, scattered clapping]

That's not what I'm saying at all, but it's okay.

You get it, man? Like a feeder?

Never tell me the odds.

[indistinct chanting]

Who the hell works over spring break?

It's that simple.

Or anything that… that doesn't look like the insides of a doll.

The chances of success are 20-to-1.

Hold on to your butts, brochachos.

-Peter, Alec, what's going on out there? -[man] Sir, we've got a situation.

Sorry I'm late, sweetheart.

[dice rattling]

The… The stamps on the package have that hammer with that hook thingamajig.

I am so sorry, Mrs. Gracey.

-[school bell rings] -♪ California dreamin' ♪

I didn't do anything. Tell her, Jane. Tell her!

but Jane has decided to do her father.

We were… We were in Mrs. Click's class together.

I am still best at math, but my grammar is getting good now also.

[Mike] Tell me things!

-Robin, are you listening? -Uh, yes.

ending with a dramatic buzzer-beater from benchwarmer Lucas Sinclair.

Hey, what's going on here?

[ticking continues]

How many hit points do you and Applejack have left?

[unsettling music intensifies]

Sorry for the mess.

♪ Say if I only could ♪

We came to high school wanting things to be different. Right?

-No! -[crowd] Defense! Defense!

[fabric stretching]

Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from goddamn Gap.

[alarm klaxon wailing]

-[woman] No. I don't wanna do that stuff. -[Max sighs]

-Oh, yes, they're lovely. -[doorbell rings]

And he was my hero too.

Which I totally get.

If that porcelain belly is pregnant with an explosive device,