Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I lost some money on lame little Jayla,

- Jake. - I'm sorry.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Terry: NYPD! Keep your hands on the wheel.

[softly] There was a pooper.

That sounds painful.

But you gotta roll the chair fully into the stall.

- He's gonna ask me to be his BM. - Both: No.

I'm deleting all the upbeat music off my computer.

and I realized that's because I've been gambling

- Go Fish. - And I believe that is

Is that the NYPD police auction site?

Yes. Put this down: we got a truck.

We found opioid traces behind the fridge.

I'm just talking to myself.

Yes! It's been impounded. We get our money back!

Should we consider cutting our losses?

Oh, no. My cards are terrible.

Damn it. Oh, you would look at that.

Uh, look at my smile. Have to go now.

Of course. I just have to pull this...

- Hey, man, come on. - Charles!

The truck becomes a crime scene again.

so that would make you Q at best.

- A'ight. - Damn, Cap.

You're right. I've lost control,

You're the only one who saw that my dream was stupid

I know having our truck smashed to bits

I'm not getting out of the chair till it's time to go home.

I know I'm the only investor, but is it cool if I take minutes?

It was the "shouldn't've" that finally tipped me off.