Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Dee, why don't you come back to our table? You know, have a drink?

- If I'm the Dirtgrub, I'm going to be the Dirtgrub. - [ Groans]

No, I didn't think about it, Maureen, because I don't think about you.

Hey, did you guys see Ronald McDonald's his name?

What is that supposed to be? That's where your monthly payments are going.

- Calm down, Cricks. - What's he talking about? Dee, were you two together?

Yeah, okay. All right. I'll c-catch you later, man.

You two probably have ringworm together, don't you?

She was not. No. Maybe the most forgettable girl in school.

[ Sighs 1 Okay.

Dude, this is only four.

Yeah. Oh, okay. Well, pop it on.

No, Charlie. Dude, you don't have to do this.

Hope you suck each other's rotten peckers until you get mouth cancer.

Drink tickets for the two of us, please.

I'm not taking any risks here, all right?

Yeah, so I guess it's time to pay the piper, Rat,

I can't wait to see the waitress. Charlie, give it a rest.

[ Laughing ] I mean, who cares though, right?

Put a diamond on anything that's dead, and it's still dead, Maureen.

I don't want to talk to old men who are pretending to be women,

No! No. That was a rumor.

That's a shame, but I have products that'd clear that up, man.

Really? That's him? Yes.

Oh, okay. Thanks. Mm-hmm.

Ow! My balls! Aaah!

whose backs have recovered from a horrific: spinal disorder.

'Cause it's high school. Who cares?