Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She got kids, she got a police record,

Yes, nor have I.

I'm not too sure I have many episodes left.

Ebony. Ebony Brown.

Mrs. Uncle Ruckus.

But you can't hold that against

astrophysicist, soccer star,

I just sent you a text message and a e-mail,

And I can't hold my feelings inside no longer.

Wow, so what kind of work do you do?

Oh, she sure was something.

We are like the perfect couple.

Ruckus? What are you doing here? How did you get in?

Hey, you may as well be fucking an orangutan.

some lonely old man to take advantage of.

I'm happy as a nigga with a new gun.

There's a lot of crazy women out there.

She wasn't bad. She said she gonna

What's wrong? You seem grumpy.

you saved my Nana's life.

What's the problem? She too good for me.

Taking a long lunch?

I feel like I'm getting on your nerves.

and thus oddly likeable.

Oh, I know she in there, Robert.

"Ah, fuck it, it's only a sandwich." True story.

Wha...? I mean,

It was quite a relief to meet you, Miss Ebony.

All your bank accounts too.

Welcome to... Oh.

You! Hey, punk.

and stressed and, I don't know.

the Dominican drug-queen.

Oh, hon. I never knew that.

* The promise Of what's to come *

You know, like Tyrese or Chris Brown.