Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Don't be an asshole. - Gotcha.
Or it'll never be the same.
- I prefer to think of it as streamlined. - Right. Aerodynamic.
Hank.
Hello. Hello, hello, hello.
A cockroach comes out from under a fridge, what do you do?
Okay, so, what's the plan?
I thought we nixed those, huh?
So plasma is gonna go right here.
No, no, no. Not here, all right? Not ever.
- Nothing. - I'm glad you're so sure, doctor.
- Completely. - Okay, then.
- What are you doing? - Beating off. What's it look like?
- I could kick it. It's been a while. - Yes, yes.
...but I was just tired of the lawn care, upkeep and whatnot. You know?
And you're thinking this is acceptable?
You sell it for 2,500. I keep the two, you keep the five.
Come on, yo, can you please, please just help a brother out?
- Your sister. - Dog, I'm serious, all right?
Didn't meet their expectations again.
- Porn, coz. You know? - Jesus.
...or on my knees with a gun to my head...
Why don't you?
Gentlemen, how far you go is up to you.
Okay, you know, it should be covered.
How would you know?
- Son. - No, it's fine.
You call in sick the day after receiving a long-awaited...
Absolutely. It's included.
Three and a half. That was it. I tossed the rest.
I'll handle it.
Man, come on.
Hey, we're making bank. Shit happens.
- For? - You know perfectly well, Marie.
Pen on paper. That's what I need.
Out.
...or you and I start...
...the toilet.
What?