Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Give me a high five.
Eventually they'll bite, homey.
Actually, it'd be kinda tight if you roll with me.
Don't pretend like you're a real adult with life goals and shit.
It's a numbers game, my boy.
compensating your old pal for all the hard work he did today.
In order to move forward, you need to push past the fear.
For fraud.
That's a red flag, motherfucker.
She visit you in prison?
Kinda like a mentor to them, you know.
you don't gotta pay rent till your landlord fixes it.
- Oh, that 10, man. Don't fuck around.
- Oh, I'm serious.
- Maggie, it's okay. I know I'm a catch.
- I don't want to get back together!
...hop away.
- So... did you give your date the chorizo
Hey, I think you got it. Chill.
MAGGIE: Oh, shit.
So I climb up on that sink, my boy,
Pretend to be someone you're not, faker.
I forgot to tell you about this one jaina I was dating, right?
♪ Just like a friend ♪
I can't do this shit. - Hey, Luis.
When I got in my car to go to run errands he was just sitting on the windshield
- I'm a rabbit murderer.
- Can you just take this shit? It's heavy. - Ay, pobrecito.
I wouldn't be mad.
- Well, it's, I guess you would--
[doorbell chimes]
- Dude, we're not on a first date.
Damn, girl, you got a library card?
- Yeah, well, you need to think of me more as a cautionary tale
Ugh. You're such a fucking dick sometimes.
- What? VANESSA: You came here
- Hey, minister, your boy smashed, homey, like a lot.
By the way, I got Wendy's if you're hungry.
- ♪ Sha la ♪ - ♪ Sha la la la ♪
[squealing continues]