Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Phillip Gallagher.
Hiya, V.
Fucking fathers, huh?
They wouldn't have been in that car if they knew it was stolen.
Jail? Why didn't you call me?
Because they're innocent.
Eddie. You know you're not welcome here.
I don't care how long it takes, I don't care how much he begs...
Hello.
You must struggle with temptation, Kevin.
I don't know why I didn't.
Here. Here.
You want that job, come by tomorrow. I'll be in the office all day.
The humiliation and rejection.
Don't make this harder than it has to be.
Afraid if you ever do something even remotely selfish...
They get off, I promise I'll kick their asses...
- Mm. Perfect. - Good? All right. Do you wanna try it?
And then come back first thing in the morning.
Karen?
Anybody got a spare pair of shoes I could borrow?
- I would have given it to you. - No, I couldn't take advantage.
She is kind of a slut.
- Silverware, plates, now. - I brought some Chianti.
Bring me the 450s. I'll give you 10 next week.
You don't see her, don't call, don't write. Disappear.
Someone's gotta pop this little pussy's cherry.
I know.
She's so sweet that way.
I think I might have just found a way to move out of my mom's basement.
Get out of here.
No way Lip would steal a car, he's too smart, and Ian doesn't even drive.
- When I did... - You whore!
You should go, Fiona.
Costa Rica. It's beautiful. I have friends there.
Was it from Steve?
Preseason and playoffs.
Marty got six years.
What the hell was that?
You bring the Old Style, I'll bring the kielbasa?