Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You still gonna shoot me in the ass?

Your testicles descending? What?

and I don't take crap from kiddies.

I like him a lot. I'm his friend,

- I'm a high brown belt. - Yeah?

they should take care of anything that comes up.

to your crude vocabulary

[chorus singing]

I got something in there for your mother.

A chance at your mom's money?

He's trying to get to know me

so we could get to know each other,

or his house or his money or his friends.

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

I'm not your dad. I'm not your grampy.

Now, since we might be legally related someday,

I'm tired of doing the dirty work for you.

why we should spend any more time with each other.

Oh. We're going home, too.

You got a better way to get home?

Won't hurt as bad.

We got this far, didn't we?

♪ No money down, really real good deal ♪

Sure. We got enough time to eat?

You hurt her, and I'll hit you so fucking hard,

I know that what you were saying to Natalie was personal.

- Natalie: A thing of beauty. - That looks good.

You have a high brown belt. What are you worried about?

Beautiful, aren't they?

I gave you a house to live in with your truck driver.

to think we can't make it home on our own.

Pete, let's go. You don't have to shoot 'em.

I don't think you would have frozen, not solid, anyway.

♪ The only thing that keeps... ♪

[overlapping conversations]

road people wander in. Excuse me.

- Dutch. - Indeed.

♪ Finance company put his feets on the ground ♪

- Do you know how to knock? - Your ma's on the phone.

[clears throat]

I wouldn't have had to come down here for you.

Guy's not my dad. That's my mother's boyfriend.

♪ Hillbilly music ♪

Getting hungry for your turkey dinner?

[chuckles] Feisty little guy.

For the umpteenth time, I'll be with Dad.

- ♪ Sing it ♪ - ♪ Ohh, whoa-oh, la la la ♪

no sucker punches,

♪ My life has only begun ♪

Dale, look at me.

[car engine sputters]

♪ Didn't wanna work, just ride around town ♪

Come on. Give it to me, pipsqueak.

Hands over your head.

♪ Got the troubles on our shoulders ♪

Let's see if your punch is as big as your mouth.

And I bet you'd like

These are the Cumberland Mountains.

Act like a rodent around somebody else.

- [gasping] - Jeez!

rotting in your own pissed-off world.

I'd have busted every bone in your body.

- [thuds] - [grunts]

♪ And ever since you were a little, bitty... ♪

No, I'm with someone,

♪ Ohh, whoa-oh ♪

Is there something wrong with that?

♪ Have a little hope ♪

Have a nice weekend, rotting in your own pissed-off world.

You're outnumbered now, boy.

oh, is it all right to, uh...

♪ You'll know it's me when I come through your town ♪

I beat you mentally.

Well, you'll be talking to him. You can tell him.

♪ The big, blue sky comes down to the ground ♪

♪ And understand ♪

♪ Till the end of the world rolls around ♪

but I don't think you could raise a welt on my fanny.

Is that your most pathetic look?

Officer: You're a lucky man you're not hurt.

Because she gave birth to you.

He has to go to Europe.

Because, frankly, I don't care

Man: They'll take good care of you here.