Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shit, man. That motherfucker's starting to look a little seedy.

Somebody like you could really make things all right for me.

Then why won't you come out?

- It's my arm. My arm is killin' me. - let's have a look at it.

Come on now, Alice. Got plenty of time for that.

'I'm sure he'll be here soon.

'You have more passion for living.'

I'm going to wear it at...

- Take anything? - I took my red dress and...

I am telling you, he's no good.

- You got a friend. - I ain't my leper's schlepper.

A b c d e f g h I j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y and z Now I know my ABC’s, next time won’t you sing with meeeeeeeeee, the end

Anyway, I'm not really hooked.

Please, you gotta help me.

A little bit, a little bit lower.

Just sit for a moment. I'll ring them.

Your father's gone, you're gone.

No, I wouldn't scare you. I don't wanna scare nobody.

I'd give him all he wants. He said I ain't cute enough.

And I want you to be happy. So I got you a brand-new TV set.

We can take care of that. No problem.

Oh no, Jared Leto is having nightmares about spiders, Nicki Minaj, and Alexa Chung’s 2008 hairstyle Please help him.

You know what I like about paddy chicks?

- Are you depressed? - No, it's nothing like that.

I mean, I know I can't change anything that's happened,

one, two, three, four.

- Does he give you pills? - Of course. He's a doctor.

Want some water?

The refrigerator...

You wanna be sure we have some extra?

'It nurtured my spiralling brain that felt I was a loser.'

Smite, by harry! Smite, By Harry!

We play it right, we can get a pound of pure.

oh, come on, I can get you money.

Well, your parents won't even return your call.

- Is this the right Waldbaum's? - Yeah, I'm positive.

Well, it's usually the case... from someone you haven't heard from.

Most of the time I just want her to be happy.

'It's almost that time. Are you ready?'

Juice! Juice! Juice!

That's the trouble with you dope fiends.

Nothing. I'm all right.

My louise, she lost 50lbs just like that.

We're throwing a little gathering. All good people.

So I make up this routine. I say, you go ahead. I don't feel good.

- Ready, Mrs Goldfarb. - What?

Sal the Geep is keeping the shit in Florida until Brody's gone.

Aw, shit. Now what?

It makes tomorrow all right.

- What kind of pills? - A purple, a blue, an orange...

How come you know so much? How come you know more than a doctor?