Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Happens all the time.
A stunning goal by the Canadian midfielder!
-Three fish-and-chips? -Yes, please. And two pints.
Maybe we're naked.
Is he okay?
-He might be hurt. -Yeah.
and I'll just kill the ones where you look like shit.
-He's my own player. -Yeah, yeah.
-Ronald Reagan. -"Ronald Reagan? The actor?"
Ok. There you go. Some people's kids, holy moly
What are you saying?
-What are you doing? -I'm just curious, yeah?
And I want everyone's eyes on me when I say this. Look at me.
Wave to the people. That's it. Let them know. Let them see, huh?
Oh, my God!
Will he find a teammate or go for glory?
-Your table's this way. -Go on. After you.
but I'm not having the best of days--
And you have to wonder, where would Richmond be without him.
Y'all getting all this for free. Not even extra for that.
Come on now.
Doing whatever you have to, so that everyone in your life...
Yeah, that's your dream scenario, right?
What am I supposed to do? Shower by myself?
No, no. No. Michelle, you gotta talk to me.
I appreciate you.
Yeah, go have fun.
-Yeah. -Yes. Thank you.
Do you mind if I ask you a personal question then?
The promo shoot that I've spent weeks setting up for you?
-Go on, Jamie. -He finds space.
Guys, we gotta play like a team tomorrow.
Jamie?
It's like a muffin, except it sucks all the spit out of your mouth.
that me being around so much was doing more harm than good.
Excuse me, mate.
You don't have to keep trying anymore.
Hard no. Thank you again, Jamie.
Jamie Tartt?
-Hey, buddy! -Helicopter!
-just zipping all over the place. -Yeah.
Oi! Check on your fucking teammate.
Whatever.