Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think we both took advantage of that.
It was...
Or 'cause I don't like your face, or your ass.
Go ahead.
My dad's Goliath Jackson.
All right, go ahead.
[sniffles, clears throat]
"I'm Coming For You, Hep Cat."
Ruth.
Want it.
[stammers] Get your own... Stop! No!
♪ Mighty real ♪
[sighs]
Ruth, are you okay?
And then they put me in the year-long coma.
Husband-fucker!
Hair pulling?
♪ If we can't go on To survive the tide ♪
- Next. - Wow.
It has to be something.
If you ever accost me in the bathroom again...
You stole.
How long must this... go on?
♪ Shooting at the walls of heartache Bang, bang ♪
[Sam] You heard him.
[both moaning]
♪ I still love you, girl ♪
This is not a movie.
♪ I feel the beat call your name ♪
- Yeah. - [Sam] Okay, good.
So, what are you, like a...
[grunting]
No!
It's the better part.
You've seen my stunts. I can kick. I can punch.
You want me to take him for you?
This isn't normal behavior for me. [sighs]
You read the man's part on purpose, didn't you?
[Salty] Next!
Train. Say your prayers. Eat your vitamins.
Can't I apply... for a pardon?
Yeah. Come on.
You see that name on my door?
♪ Got to shake it up now ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
[sighs] Let's not... Don't... Please, can we not use those words?
She'll feed him Funyuns and Fresca and government conspiracies.