Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's at the top of his game. We need to figure out...
Yes, the little water droplets all over the bottom of my sink.
- We can't. - Six hundred?
Congrats. I'm so proud of you for coming out.
...but I'm afraid that this deal only happens one way.
- Huh? No, no, no, it's on. - No, it's off.
Shit. He's right there. Then get the can out of here.
...jack fucking shit.
I'm not really, ugh, good at this kind of thing, you know? Um...
Sorry, Rex.
- How did you find me? - Been there a while?
...without at least a guarantee of 35 percent down...
Dad!
Cogs are good.
Legal standpoint.
Yes. Make it rain. Yes. Work it, work it.
If you want the truth, I'm your fucking guy, all right? This is bad news.
Stay with us.
- He was betting against us. - You motherfucker.
Let's go. All right.
I mean, I don't know if it's about should, but...
Sir, we finished your order and it is ready to be shipped.
- Is it bad? - Is it bad?
Listen, bucko. You don't wanna make enemies out of us, okay?
No, the water will set it.
- He's really likable. - The guy's a winner.
Are you serious? - Yeah.
Wait, wait.
Oh, boy. Nice house.
I'm in. Let's do it.
Move.
Let's check our fancy new camera system.
- It's dark. Don't think anybody's here. - Don't hit it again.
How about if we just put our heads together? We brainstorm a little.
Oh, shit.
Just... Yeah. I don't wanna upset this guy.
- What? Damn it. - Yeah, you lost your cat stuff.
Hang on a second. Hey, freeze.
So how about I ruin that pussy? That sound good?
I say we chop off a toe, mail it to him and double the ransom.
See you next week.
- Guys. - No, no, no.
- I'll put the seat up. - Yeah, put the seat up...
He killed his father.
It's like a weight lifted off your... What is it, shoulders?
- Here we go. Let's do it. - Let's roll.
- And we have a really big order, Nick. - Damn straight. Come on, Nick.
You wanna pull this shit off?
I fell asleep at the office, and...
- How about St. Nick? - You've said my name four fucking times.
- Hang on. What was a Sharpie doing there? - You put it there.
Even if you had the money to fight him in the courts...
Fucking foreigners
- It's a better name too. - It is.
It doesn't reach. - What?
Find My iPhone.
Why would mom get to pick it?!
I pick up your dry cleaning.
Why are you barking at people? He's saying please, you're just barking.
- There's some pay phones at the park here. - Okay.
I got a lot of holes going in.
Coma boner? What?
- You know what, then? Get the fuck on. - That's what I said. Get the fuck on.
And today we have three modern-day...
I just like to hear you say it.
- What's happening? - I don't know.
- ...and just dip your butt in the bowl. - Oh, my God.
We dropped it like a million times. I think we broke it. No, see?
Prepaid with bitcoins.
You honestly think hard work creates wealth?
This is the wrong way. Turn around. Stop the car.
Wait, guys. Okay. Now what, though? What are we doing? What do we do now?
- I think you might have, sir. - You sure?
You know, they're keeping the neighborhood safe. They're heroes.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
- I got some chocolate on you there. - It doesn't matter.
No, no, just dip your dick into the toilet.
Following us is already a part of their plan.
Did we get in trouble with the police, or...?
- It's cash. - Thanks, babe.
How we doing in there, guys?
- You know, fifty-fifty chance he was here. - Yeah.
I eat it three times a week. I love Pinkberry.
- Everybody out. - Son of a bitch.
You do.
Shit. Kurt. Kurt, your phone.
- Did you park the Prius in the back alley? - I sure did.
Happened a long time ago.
Grab it!
Nick, Kurt, Dale.
- Call them and cancel. - They'll send you a new one overnight.
- Yeah. - No, no, no. This one's all mine.
- That's what I'd do too. - Yeah?
...guy who fucked my wife.
Should we send in an unmarked?
They're sounding pretty cool, so let's try to land on a couple.
...your empty, shriveled sacs to your own pitiful offspring.
- Cops. Cops. - Shit.
Yeah, I know. This could be an issue, though.
Police lose the signal from the wire.
- Take a look at this. Tell me what you see. KIM: Uh...
Butt, face, puss
Can I have one minute? Just love to talk to my partners.
Okay. First we tie up Rex in one of those abandoned warehouses off 3rd.
- Okay. - What's the plan?
Uh, whatever's there. We're in a rush. Thanks.
- I'm not busted. - Drive.
It was a wonderful idea. Didn't work out.
Yeah!
I was really clear my life was in danger.
You got a real lip on you. I will shoot you in the chest.
Yeah. And no hard feelings. Honestly, we really appreciate the offer.
And if you're on the 405 freeway, you're probably already late for work.
- Thanks for coming on. This will be fun. - Yeah.
It me, Kim Song.
Uh, we should come up with one for him.
Yeah. Legally I think I'll change the sign.
Hey, fellas, thanks for coming.
- Respect the kids. - Don't piss him off.
He just has to look good from a distance.
We won't pick up the phone if anyone calls.
Come on. Let's go.
- Oh, boy. - Am I getting warm?
You look fantastic. You know, I've been sending you a lot of unanswered texts.
No, fuck that, man.
We save the business.
She got old, the titties stayed young.
It's up to you, buddy.
- Come on, man, come on. - Fuck their skulls!
I get that. But maybe it's not just about the money.
Yeah.
Oh, no, absolutely.
- Nice! Woo-hoo! - Damn it.
It's nice to be around a winner.
Oh, yo, yo, yo. I ain't down with no kid-fuckers.
Boys, we are doing this. The adventure begins. Who's fired up?
No, that's a '93 Civic and she's carrying dry cleaning.
We did it. There's a pretty bag.
You slip the mickey in the beverage. Knock him out nice and easy.
...when I can inherit all of them and you guys can take the fall?
No, you don't need to hit yourself anymore. I think we should just make the call.
- Here comes the heavy. - I smell dog shit.
And I will let you know if I see Swiper.
We'll do it tomorrow. As long as we don't call, he'll never find it.
Yeah, you clearly have. That's four of those.
- Choo-choo! - Choo-choo, baby!
Guys. Guys, how's this anything but great news?