Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We're throwing a party. - Are we?

I've e-mailed you a guest list. Mayor asshole, councilman asshole.

It's not processed.

You been learning good, novice.

What am I doing here?

- We're ready to break ground. - What do you want?

A sheep in God's flock.

Mr. Johnson gave it to me after he confused me with his war buddy.

Lesson... Make an impact.

Maybe I have plans tomorrow. Maybe I have a play date.

Next time you in my face, gargle.

That's good. That was really good.

That's what God's love is all about.

Son, I don't need a sales pitch.

- And another whore. - Whore.

Let me know when he's good and shitfaced. I need his signature on something.

- Great. - God damn it!

What the fuck you doing here?

He was definitely talking about you. He likes you.

I'm gonna give you an address, downtown, 7:30 sharp.

It's an indica blend, so it's not too harsh, not too heady.

It is a known fact that in Africa the lions rule the Serengeti Plain.

Blood samples point to Kyle and Jill.

She's a big fan. She's also someone's wife.

and whoever else matters in wherever the fuck you live.

You gonna die, motherfucker.

Good morning. You want huevos rancheros?