Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Steve!
Come with me.
- Lip. Jesus. What...? - You fucked her?
You're still a kid.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - That is awesome.
Liam's 2. Sixteen more years till he's out of the house.
Okay, no, listen. I promise. I promise I don't love you.
Come with me, Fiona.
You steal a car, and I'll smother you in your sleep.
Are Lip and Ian home?
It's really, like, you fill out forms...
Oh, no, no. No, you go right ahead, sweetie.
Steve?
What about Dickie Day? He helped Marty with that arson thing.
All right. Come back tonight. I'll give you the 10 grand.
I saw you from the window.
Second place sucks, huh?
What?
Karen, I don't love you.
I think I was kinda falling in love with her
But there's only 3 grand in here.
"Lip"
...under an umbrella on a white-sand beach?
- Beeler called. Said you never showed. - It should have been there by now.
Maybe a Vulva. I heard those are real safe.
What do you think now, Daddy? Am I still a whore?
Hey, you okay?
Really.
Steve, Lip and Ian have just been arrested driving a stolen car.
Why?
- Hey. - Hey.
That by day three or four, Carl will be saying, Fiona who? when you call?
Are you cold?