Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We need a big job, a grown-up job.

- Tell him to open up. - Hey!

fuckin' wanna throw up every time I pass a mirror?

No, but there's some very messy shit up there.

- Get the fuck out! - Hey, Sheila.

And we'll head down the road.

250,000 there, pretty soon, we'll be talkin' about real money.

- No! - Shut the fuck up.

I know that I'm responsible for myself and stuff,

You keep him away from me.

and she envied him 'cause he was, like,

They're always lookin' at ya, tryin' to catch ya at something.

- I got two strikes. - Well, we all have two strikes

I'm sorry, I can't... I can't do this anymore.

Tell him we won't bust him if he opens up.

- That said, never lied. - No.

You a wine connoisseur, Mr. Chepe?

I don't know, man, nabbin' a kid is a dangerous business.

Went to visit my daughter's baby for the first time.

I have no fuckin' idea.

- What time are we meetin' Joey? - Not for, like, two hours.

Face the car, put your hands behind your head.

Oh, you know, it doesn't really make any difference

Tomorrow, clean slate.

There's always something they use.

so that's $250,000 for each of us.

You know, none of these Wall Street motherfuckers have been to prison.

before the cops would pinch me again.

Let's try a burgundy, man, it brings out...

And this was the time with Nirvana and Alice In Chains and whatnot.

Shut your old ass up.

- So what's the gig? - The gig?

Dog, you got a place to put the body, right?

You're right, but in a billion in a chance that one does,

- I got one more in me, Reg! - Do it!

What is it, Dog?

- I never heard of that bitch ever. - The fuck do you know, man?

Well, not every single person has to be armed and use a gun,

We run in, run out, we'll be outta there in two minutes.

Why is that funny?

Same shit, man. Couple of pigs wanna roust a nigga.

This is bullshit. Yeah.

Goddamn right I didn't.

You can pay me back later. You don't even have to thank me.

That's the spa menu.

I'll get us such a good gig, take your tits off!

Those paranoid types make me scared.

Good to see ya again.

- It's a fucking baby-napping. - That don't sound too good.

Where's the thing you put in the fucking baby's mouth?

There was Mad Dog.

One last night.

I had the connections to get everybody paid,

I'll make some fuckin' short ribs.

like Marlene Dietrich.

No, no, it's like two hours, two and a half tops.

The niggers in there would go off about 'em, right?

I'm kinda lost with the Reverend and the Missus.

You know you gotta earn that.

- Come on, come on, there you go. - No!

Motherfucker, you got blood on my Versace!

and buggin' the shit out of 'em, motherfucker!

Man, would you stop bustin' my balls about this shit?

That's all ya can do, 'cause what are ya gonna do?

- Let's do that. - All right.

Give me my Chevron card back now!

- Here you go, hon. - Thanks.

Justice. That was what I wanted.

but the more people that have them makes the world a safer place.

- I got one more now! - Do it!

just sweat it out, right?

Hey, dude, it's me. Open the door.

It's no problem at all.

So, you been out of town for a long time?

I'm gonna get us some real work, gents.

It'll work because I guarantee you a half a million,

Cassette's in the console.