Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I could use you.

- You're an asshole. - Fine, I'll eat it.

I'm gonna go to jail. I'm gonna get raped. It'll make me hate being gay.

Man, I'm two years from retirement myself.

- So, what'd he do? - Why do you assume it's me?

No, I think she hates you too.

I'll have someone bring you a pop and a sweater.

She's family. She lives by the beach. That's the plan.

I got a picture here of you with Sasquatch.

Yeah, well, that was the past.

- No one could ever prove that. - What's she like?

- I'm nobody's bitch anymore. - We take you off the sales floor.

You sleeping? If you're sleeping, I'm gonna go through your purse, Bubbie.

And excuse me, who the hell are you, bursting in here like this...

- You wanna play poker tomorrow? - No.

Thank goodness you have a place to sleep for the night.

And now he's moved on to His Dark Materials...

...but then he'd remind himself that he was angry at everyone...

She's not sleeping. She's somewhere far, far away.

Let's just go, huh? We can stay at a motel.

Well, did you get that box of loose pictures from the garage?

Houses built before 1997.

- Bullshit. - You hadn't been dating that long.

So you do poop yourself?

There are sheets in the hall closet.

I'm gonna look at your driver's license, find out your real age.

Dad had custody in the summer...

Used to do it all the time when we were kids.

Stuff, Shane. All replaceable.

Doug Wilson, I'm Agent Shlatter with the DEA.

- This is totally creepy. - Jesus, time is cruel.