Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Glen. GLEN: Wayne.
And you green‐lit that tom‐fuckery?
A little three‐on‐oneskie?
No.
All right, Daryl. Pitter‐patter.
She says, "Well no, I'm not so bad at driving."
Why?
Of course, that's not to say I have it all my damn self.
Criss Angel mind‐freak‐ looking‐motherfucker.
You used to move her body around like it didn't weigh a feather.
No running on the deck, ya fuckin' pheasants.
(BOTH SPEAK)
It's a good box of ice. Yeah. Yeah, good to see you. Have a good one.
Um.
Run pretty good.
Did you not know skunks are immune to bee stings?
So what's the fuss?
WAYNE: No, I don't think he'd make that mistake twice.
Hello? Stewart?
I guess we could just scan them and then I'll get out of your hair.
Tilly time, boys.
Fuck, you're naked as a jay bird.
DARYL: Possum. WAYNE: That's right.
Oh, pitter patter, let's get at 'er.