Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How do you mean?

How long has it been since y'all won up at Everton?

-Have you ever heard her sing? -No.

Sassy, huh? Like the Smurf, right?

Nor are you allowed to ship it to your homes or other hotels, okay?

How's work going? Everything all right?

Thank goodness. Just saying it out loud made me immediately sad.

That's what made you one of the best midfielders in the history of this league.

-Sassy Smurf! -Marlboro Man! Oh, my God.

-Yeah. -They're great.

Couldn't keep it in Heaven knows I've tried

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Look what I've got.

Rupert is a horrible man who built an ivory tower he kept you captive in.

We're in a shit fucking mood because we never fucking win at Everton

Then you fire me.

Hi, I'm Flo. Or you can call me "Sassy." I don't care which.

I can't think of a finer body of water to do it with than you.

Guys. Guys, guys, guys. I think we should take the boys to the pub.

Come on, Rebecca. Your song's up next.

Roy! Roy! Where are we going?

Right, how can I help you?

Well, now they know

What you got for me, Marcus?

Still haven't told him John and George are dead?

Hey, you got it, big guy.

I just want to say up front

-Go! Get outta here! -Sorry.

It's my upper hamstring, Coach.

All right, gentlemen. Who's ready to go show Everton what we got?

-That's for you, Coach. -Thank you, sir.

Lloyd, right now I'm mostly concerned with the definition of relegation.

My ex used to masturbate to you like a maniac, so...

Ride that little mustache like a jetski

The silver lining here, with O'Brien's tore butt,