Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I may have wandered pretty far from the Church...
I don't know, like this, I guess.
Shut up. Common enemy.
So are you gonna open the damn door? As soon as you give me that weapon.
...but it sounded like it'll be pretty heavy on Negroes and jazz, so--
Because I spent 30 years building the business so I don't have to be.
Because I think Krieger's doing some kind of bionic shit to Ray's legs.
No. Look, I think it's great if you are.
Ugh. Like the infamous luau incident?
Do not use the nerve gas! And yet incredibly single.
- Rocket launcher, si, molto pronto. - Hmm.
Sorry. And then get ahold of your goddamn beer can.
Yeah, I mean, did he mean a terminator of gays?
I did. I did say a rocket launcher.
He's a black.
L-- Shit, something about an ass-kicking with handmade Italian shoes.
What? Nothing, I'm just curious--
Oh, that's not necessary. Really?
Wait a minute. Yeah, where's Carol?
It was rhetorical.
I'm kidding, obviously. I wouldn't be caught dead in a sweater vest.
No, Mother, because you were too busy wasting it on Fourth of Ju-Luau.
Hey, should I wash my hands? Eh. I didn't.
You said a rocket launcher?