Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Lottie babbling)
Oh, yeah, I think mine is, uh,
Is that beer?
You just got to learn to trust yourself, my friend.
that should be tuition for her now.
I leave the gate open.
All right, guys.
Oh, that's why. Okay.
It's, uh, $350.
All right. I'll catch you guys later. Lottie!
Shit was clean, though.
Two books.
-(barking) -Ready to whoop your ass.
I think every parent thinks that.
(vocalist screaming) * (rock)
CHRISTIAN: So, gentlemen, I understand you're looking
Ah!
-(bell dings) -(chuckles)
-Darius? -(banging on door)
You guys got your passports?
Yep, I should be... but I ain't.
Y'all ready to do this?
(voices, music, static)
Seems like an Al thing to do.
Yes, I know. You hate lemons.
You got to get it from the front, man.
* Yoohoo! * (laughing)
There we go.
I know a place we can go, get a renewal same day. It's okay.
I got to make sure Darius gets his passport
I don't think so.
He ain't even got no clients that make actual money.
Man, Don King wasn't a lawyer, I'm pretty sure.
The piece was in Clark's bag.
(grunts) Don't worry, my friend.
It's time to start leveling up on niggas.
She is excelling in everything. I mean,
Turn left in 50 feet.
(Alfred sighs)
if she really was a regular student?
Get in the car, baby.
Why does it keep saying "a left"?
Be good for Mama. I love you.
(car engine starts)