Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will need one last lift to the DMV on Friday.
I'd like to introduce you to my friend, President Andrew Jackson?
OK. All right.
The street sign is telling you where to find a large sandwich?
so I still have plenty of time to lose my mind.
No, this is more than typical Mom stuff.
That's a turkey, sucker! Whoo!
In Janet's car.
You got a 40? You're going backwards!
I fell in love with a Black Panther. Anyways,
-Don't mess the mound! -Oh!
You should hear all the lies I tell myself about all the lies I tell myself.
Going to the other room to do... not this.
It looks more like a Jamaican séance.
And you, of all people, would know what it's like not to have a license.
-I feel terrible about it. -Oh, water under the bridge.
So listen. This is big.
-Frankie... -She breeds Pomeranians.
If it's any consolation, I've been awful with myself in my diary.
I believe it's called rage.
Well, you had this last night. Remember?
-Really, how do you do it? -Have you guys looked at her plate?
Oh. "Hospital"? Damn it.
-Do you want me to come? -No. Besides, it's been a year.
Baby, I'm back in business.
I told you to get off the pot.
You're gonna bring a bong to the DMV?
Were you always this nasty?
- Where are the guys? - I kicked 'em out.
Shit, fuck. Fuck, shit. Fuck, nuts.
I haven't driven a semi in years.
No, wait, wait, wait. Say "hi" and then be on your way.
No. I don't think so. Gloria's a friend of mine.
I'll be right back.