Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Huh. No reason the two of us still can't have dinner.
You were my boyhood idol.
What?
...right, right, right, right, right, right, left.
13 x 71 x 769 = 709787
...Walt, you get my afro pick, my bullet collection...
...in the last three episodes of 'Til Death, except I inserted jokes.
...and we'll be tasting free beer at the Stool for a year.
The guys are counting on you.
Put on a wither skull, damn it.
But it's March, and where I come from, March is Prison Rules Month.
We had some fun, but it got pretty weird.
Really? This is your hypothetical, and you'd still put Shadwell's name first?
No. It smells like four Super Bowl rings in here.
What do you say we win this race?
You can't just abandon your friends for a better opportunity.
...right, right, right, right, right, right, left.
- No, it's ice skating we don't like. - Oh.
...you know all my stats, your voice is slightly gay...
Oh, and you, Tim? What of Tim?
- Why not? - You're gay.
That wind has caused a real chop in the water.
Get used to it.
Oh, look at Mr. Solo-Album talking about abandoning friends.
- What does that mean, Cleveland? - I don't know.
Why is it so damn hot in here?
Oh?
So how much we getting for the girl?
I just hope we see a mermaid.
Here you go.
...but if we lose the chance to win free beer because of your boat...
Pittsburgh Steelers.
I Never Understood the Rules: The Barry Shadwell Story.
Okay. I'm sorry.
- Why would you have? - Huh?
- Good practice, though. - Great practice.
A U-Haul and a late period. Ha-ha-ha, I'm just kidding.
Put on a creeper, damn it.
I'm supposed to learn how to make a lowercase G.