Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Karen, sweetie, do you wanna have some breakfast?

Set them up, Mr. Barkeep.

I've got a job offer, you know? I could start bringing in some steady cash.

Yeah. Don't worry about it.

- I helped with breakfast. - You pulled out a cereal bowl. Go.

Me? I got it in spades. Ah.

All right. You two sick fucks are cut off.

You want me to take Debbie? She could sleep at our house tonight.

All right. Uh, it's Gallagher.

Where'd you get the car?

...in a debauched culture.

You deserve a life of your own.

And this is your first felony bust?

So just be a kid, okay?

How much time will you get if you turn yourself in?

I left you a couple messages, but you, uh, didn't call me back, so...

Check out this idiot.

Lip's not here, okay? I'm asking you.

Season tickets?

Lip asked to borrow one to run some errands or something, and he asked me...

- You motherfucker. - Go!

So there's still time.

Just for the year.

- I remember you from the neighborhood. - I like you, Fiona. You're dirty.

Then they're doing time.

Those over-sexed kids on Glee?

I think we should just be friends.

What about a lawyer?

The one you wrecked trying to kill your dad.

What were you, the puck? Hey, where's my Cayenne?

Come with me, Fiona.

I told you to leave town.

Jesus, this Fiona better be the best pussy you've ever had.