Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, well, he must be fucking drunk because I don't cook no fucking breakfast.

- Oh, uh, it just says I was 17, and.... JOANNA: Ha, ha.

- What are you looking for him for? - He's late on his front.

KEN: You got them going out there, Mike.

RICHIE: He's met just about every single Russian and American astronaut...

I'd feel bad taking money from you.

...but, uh, all we know is you got a lot of work to do. So don't quit your day job yet.

- Yes. Yeah, heh. - Heh.

We seem to have a credit issue, Mr. Lane. Your score is--

He's 19 years old.

- Wow, you're a busy guy. - Ha, ha. Yeah.

No. That's not a commitment.

...ripped off my favorite pair of panties last night.

Heh, it's not my fault. I'm just saying they're not gonna do it.

Heh, we got the Kid coming up on the main stage. Hi, Beatrice.

- What the fuck did you do to my brother? MIKE: Relax. Yo, Brooke.

BROOKE: Open up.

...of 4000 square feet...

DALLAS: So you got to deal with what you got.

ADAM: You fucking joking? - I'm not fucking joking. Check them out.

I'm not my goddamn job. That's not who--

Waiting for the sweet spot.

Why do you look scared for?

You don't need to talk. Just look pretty.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Every man keeps every dollar he makes on that stage.

[GINUWINE'S PONY PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

WOMAN: Who's your friend, Mike?

Dude, it's easy. All you got to do is hand us...

...before we make the big move, Mike.

Come on, man, sit down.

- What? - Yeah, but I have....

I got a nice ham, cheese sandwich....

Right. She was analysizing our behavior, apparently.

Finished high school, but if I could do it all over again...

So, uh, yeah. They asked me to wear a fucking tie.

Feel them. They're so fucking, heh, amazing.

The last time I checked, I think it's the Kid and I's reputation...

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

It's gonna rain. Rain gonna come down and cleanse our soul and wash away the ash.

Ain't no matter How much you love me for sure

That's good. Welcome to the crazy club, Kid.

Have to pay every one of those back.

Can you accompany me in here, please?

DALLAS: Virgin dance the other night. No more.

TOBIAS: Look, man, I'm sorry. We're looking for the Kid, okay?

MIKE: Wow. - I know. People have to pay me now, heh.

So I got us a new recruit.

I, uh-- I just came by to--

Hey. I don't have a custom furniture-maker man.

You walk out. You own it.

Do whatever Mikey tells you, any of the guys tell you.

What do you mean, like a date?

ALL: Big Dick Richie got a cock of gold

- No, thanks, man. - No?

Ah, heh, do me a favor, go up there and do it for 14 bucks an hour.

You want a bigger piece? Come up with some fresher shit, man.

We're going to be here for a while.

- What is this? Strawberry? - What is that?

- They're always off-limits. - Really?

But the market hasn't really hit the sweet spot yet.

- What game? - No. You do that all the time.

GIRL: Kiyosaki. TITO: Yeah, that's the guy.

You damn sure didn't let me talk, so let me talk now.

Well, that's who the law says that you cannot touch.

Not the knock-off stuff you see in people's kitchens from time to time.

Check them out, man.

I'm sorry. What?

Get the fuck off me, Mike. I'll fucking kill you. I will fucking kill you.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, what the fuck are you gonna do?

BROOKE: Yeah. MIKE: All right. I'll see you later.

[ALL SCREAMING AND CHEERING]

[BOTH WHOOPING]

- I know her name. - What is it, then?

I just can't be around your lifestyle.

MIKE: He pulled it out. DALLAS: Yeah. What's his story?

MIKE: Okay. - Okay.

...that they're, uh, not going to be able to rebuild their houses. Um, anyway....

[POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER]

DALLAS: What do you mean, he's gone?

Okay. All right.

038-00-7128. And I, uh...

Either way, it doesn't matter anymore. Okay?

You all right, man?

...just from an investment standpoint.

ADAM: See my sister? What do you mean? - Yeah.

Own it. Who's got the cock? You do, they don't.

You can hop up there.

Get out of here.

Brooke, let me please carry him out. Stop.

I can absolutely understand where you're coming from.

Keep that up, you could be making a lot more than door money.

[THE WEATHER GIRLS' IT'S RAINING MEN PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

How are we feeling tonight, ladies? Let me hear it one more time. Come on.

I think fuck school altogether.

Yeah, perfect, perfect. Go, go, go.

This is the breakfast lovers' section. Here we go.

So, uh, I don't know, how's school or whatever?

What are you doing? Stop. What the fuck are you doing, man?

And we're going to have a fucking ball in Miami, man.

You gotta watch out for herpes.

I can take you tomorrow morning, though. What time do you have to be at work?

MIKE: What's up, dude? Yeah, we, we-- My bad. We, uh....

- What? - What?

I didn't know that I had a boyfriend, but thank you for that.

[ALL CHATTERING]

- Stop. - No, Mike, this is my brother.

TARZAN: One thing about Waffle House pussy is you got to worry about the teeth.