Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

¶ oh, don't you know...
Hey.
(scoffs) no.
Huh. Goalies can score.
You're going too fast, and I couldn't hook in.
"but of course."
And sick notes for school
Starlight express!
I made myself a whitefish-salad sandwich.
Gimme the knob! Gimme the knob! No. No.
Miles of cars lined up for hours,
And sanjeev did break his collarbone.
(scattered applause)
Are you (bleep) kidding me?
Train hands.
You don't know the traffic that I've seen!
(screaming)
And there is no todd the apostle.
Whoa. Right on the glass.
What if we stay till the end?
Hextall? No, he's the goalie.
That's every mother's dream for her son!
There are no small roles,
My choreographer/ assistant/mom,
I was the greatest 30th apostle at the kids' table
My son will be starring in his own school musical.
Come on, murray!
And guess what I found.
She's fine.
My mom was in the principal's office with hers blazing.
Best game hands down.
It's obvious you want to be here with him.
¶ I'm twisted up inside
No! There's a huge block of ice out there!
Let's go, flyers, let's go!
How did my sweet, little boy turn into such a monster?
A fake id,
No one in our family had ever seen the end of a game, concert, or show...
And I'm always in the chorus.