Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Looking on the bright side of things. All right?

What the hell is this?

It's a pipe. It's a pipe? Go, go, go, go, go!

It's not new upholstery. What makes you think it's new upholstery?

and we burn the wicker chairs and cook the hot dogs on that?

Georgia. That's six.

You know what? I'm gonna fire a beer across his bow. Ruffle his feathers.

Yeah, I had the option! Oh, my God! And you went with the tape deck?

You're a piece of shit... car. Wait a second.

What do you say we smash these wicker chairs to bits,

The window needs to be down for the fresh air.

- How was the Grand Canyon? - What the hell happened to my car, Charlie?

Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't. It's up for debate.

I got a proposition for you, man. Check this out.

I'm trying to give it- Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme,

- Oh, are we back at Paddy's? - Wait. Where the hell is my car?

Let's drink some beers, man. I'm hungover as shit. Absolutely, man.

Everybody's dying, bitch. Let's get you some fruit.

He flicked you off, man. Son of a bitch.

There's no rush, right? Ten. Ten minutes.

Ride on the sidewalk if you're gonna ride a bike, asshole!

No, I don't like it in there anyway. All right.

Gangs of New York (2002) Have Fun, Man. Have Fun. Uh, I've Never Had A Strawberry Either

It's muggy back here. Muggy. My glands are starting to swell up.

Hold on a second. I think I see some tapes down there.

Here's your piss jar.

Well, just to crack it- just a little bit.

Milwaukee! Jesus H. Christ.