Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Here. - Look at you. You're like the parade.
I, um...
and can you follow basic direction?
♪ Someday love will find you ♪
Ugh.
I've got $83 in my bank account, and I'm waitressing all weekend.
As opposed to what?
Fucking actresses.
- Hi, Cherry. - Hey, baby.
Someone I haven't seen. I want a girl who's real."
Lost three pounds, though. Fat fuck.
- Why? - What do you mean, "Why?"
- I took that seriously. - No, no. Climb out. Go.
Give me my keys! I don't care about the purse!
- Yeah. - All right, for those remaining,
I don't know.
Please!
cunt punches, shrinky dinks.
Oh, thank God.
[woman] Here we go.
Go.
Can't see your number... Bye.
Why? Because my dad was a high school science teacher
♪ If he ever hurts you ♪
Getting pregnant and written off that show,
I don't know.
No shit.
[Journey's "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)" playing]
Or... Sorry, are you... Are you hiring actors
Hip, hip, hip.
[women chattering and laughing]
[instructor] And squeeze.
♪ And victory is mine ♪
Haven't I done time enough? Haven't I served my term?
She's 85, and she only speaks Hindi.
Damn, girl.
- [gasps] - There's an audition. I'm not running it.
like a cat...
Sorry. That's...
He told us to.
- Your eyes are closed. - That's what happens when you blow.
I've done a bunch of plays in Omaha,
Weighing in... at a hundred and...
- Debbie. - What?