Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're no longer my responsibility.
-She's hot. -They're fake, Shane.
-Don't fucking move. -I'm getting my badge. I'm a cop.
You're a douche bag. Nothing personal.
...to all of my colleagues from Surfside Mall.
...but I wanna be a closer.
Do you know this guy?
As a matter of fact, they are.
I bought it from some laid-off mortgage broker in Torrance.
I think her nipples are hard.
Not like the last time I said I meant it.
You got Judah crushed on that front.
The father is a drug kingpin slash mayor...
They don't even need a reason. They'll just do it and laugh.
Extortion. Falsifying documents. And that's just for openers.
Thank you.
Right, shawarma?
She's much blonder than I would ever go again, but I do love Tahoe.
She doesn't want me to jeopardize my political career.
Three-thousand-square-foot ski chalet in Tahoe. Ski in, ski out.
-That works too. -I knew it. I knew you liked it rough.
And after.
...stiletto-heeled Mexi-cunt stalks in here...
What are you talking about?