Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You look beautiful.

[car door slams]

-What the hell's the matter with him? -Sorry, sir.

I don't wanna break up. I...

-Did you? -No. I will, though. I don't care.

Oh, please, please, please get help. I don't care who. Just call someone.

I-- I can't tell you how much this means to me.

-Whatcha think, bull shark? -[retching]

-It's all my fault. -[Kie] Uh-- You didn't do this, Pope.

While it's lightning.

-Hey. -[Topper] How's it goin'?

-You stop, man. You don't wanna do this. -Hey. Hey.

-[man laughing] Hey, my friend. -My man.

-So that's it? -[Mr. Sunn] There's a postscript,

-[Sarah] A friend. -A friend. A friend. What friend?

-[John B] Thanks, homie. -All right.

-Maybe you could, I don't know-- -I just don't want to go with him.

Don't do this. Don't do this! Where the hell do you think you're goin'?

If you fail to show up, you will forfeit your bail.

[machine beeping steadily]

-Walk, man. Go home. Go home. -[Topper] You know what I'm gonna do?

Sarah? Wh-why Sarah?

And you deal with your love life mañana?

John, hurry up. Come on, come on, come on.

[engine starts]

-You his guardian? -Sorry to say, I'm his father.

Uh, "'bacca, cotton, corn, tomato.

That little rock on the back of my heel makes me want to crush it.

So you say. I'm just tryin' to keep him safe.

[clears throat]

A factory farm for debutantes.

-You got me. -[guard] Come on.

Hey, you sure you want me to drop you at school?

Or-- No, or was it-- was it a guy? Was it a guy?

[guests clamor]

[laughing] What are we doing up here?

-Really? -I invited him here.

What if you just paste on a smile

I expect better for you, Pope. I want better for you.