Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get up.
(choking) (thudding)
Oh, yeah. (sighs)
(soft groaning, sighs)
(growling, snarling)
Oh, is that the gang?
(squeaking)
I am starting to feel woozy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dude, what are you doing? Mmm.
Right there!
(phone chimes) Oh, God.
(high-pitched tone) FRANK: What's happening?
Are you sure you can drive, dude?
honestly, I just feel like...
(beep) Ah.
_ _
(inflating sounds)
Where's the rent, Frank?
We... yeah, we probably should go to sleep.
So we're good. Let's-let's do it.
LAME!
Starving. (whistle sounds)
All right, Mac, you got to find some other way over that fence.
Lame!
Mr. Reynolds, you're a very lucky man.
Pull yourself together, get to the bar.
(barks, growling)