Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...at Murphy's Liquor.

- And you'll be going? - Soon as he's in the ground.

Behind closed doors.

Hey, look what fell off the back of a truck.

- Ha, ha. - Fuck.

Brandy can sneak us in.

Which one do you like better, the baby or the whore?

Hey, hey. Make sure no one gets near it.

Don't think I don't know who you are. You're on the list, pal.

You bring your bathing suit?

But my gut says:

You ask me, we should just give you guys the green light, take them all out.

Shit. Are you okay?

- What about my mom? - You bastard. What about me?

How does a grown man let a teenager take a gun from him?

Order room service, take a bath, fuck with the curtains open.

- What's all this? - Frank's bills.

Have you been watching TV on mute this whole time?

Which one do you like better, the baby or the Barbie?

Killing our Lord and Savior?

- Okay, so here's his baby bag. - Thanks.

The president said, Spend. I spent. Where's my Purple Heart?

Frank? I'd have to burn it.

He enveloped me in his arms.

Yeah, waste of time.

- Shut up, you two. - Let me help.

Watch your head.

Can't. Gotta be at work by 3.

- I'll need that delivered to this address. - No problem.

- Who wants a sandwich? - Mine with the crusts off.

You can't bottom-line some rip-off rate from the get-go.