Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Ray. I'm serious.
- Lots of people do it. - They're called pilots.
Hey, New York. You ever been to that Cotton Club?
How much it cost turn and offensive legend into a defensive legend
- You've done a good job with him. - Thanks.
He gonna eat his corn bread. Fuck you.
...stab you, choke you, bite you.
Smh
- One for New York. - Thank you. Me's want one.
What the fuck?
Eli and Eva: Hey boss, he ain’t working
Why you gotta say nasty shit Ray? Cause I’m a nasty muthafucka
THE SIXERS LOOK LIKE THEY DEAD!!
You said that, uh...
Why you think he wearing nail polish?
- Good evening, sir. - Can I have a towel, please?
You talkin' to me?
Y'all gonna take all my money and go run off 'cause nurse said 'Jell-O.'
Yeah. We next.
- Can I get that for you? - Thanks, baby.
...of any kind, give me a holler.
don't be scurred
Boss, she ai
Yeah, buddy!
What's wrong? I came through for you!
I'm not gonna eat this. If he wants the corn bread, have it.
Nobody take no corn bread from me.
Everytime I see an essential worker Looks like someone got their walking papers!!
That's very amusin'. We'll see how them slippers feel...
I know how to read. Why?
Wait a second.
Can't Get Right just got a pardon signed by the governor, thanks to us.
What's this?
- Don't you have any respect? - It ain't here.
That's all that is, Ray. That's all.
HE said his feet hurt
Made it just for you, Cookie.
It's so early.
...this is Hoppin' Bob.
- Bet a dollar. - I'll sees that.
I apologize. You're right, it has to stop.
Camp 8 is for incorrigibles.
Ain't nobody give up nothin'.
...I can guarantee you, he would do something to show his appreciation.
- Come on, now! - Come on, Spank.
Let's go have ourselves a reward, see what's shaking.
I'm glad you New York boys got to see some of...
And when I tell you, them niggers, they was bacon burnt.
Are relationships worth it?
- Why you got to say nasty shit? - 'Cause I'm a nasty motherfucker.
Now I don't wanna hear another peep about no fuckin' Boom-Boom Room.
My daddy's watch.
...and a fistful of cash.
Yes
Beat me down to my got damn sox
I ain't give up no motherfuckin' hope.
Gulag Story Time
- What do we got? - Come on. Pay the man.
I really shouldn't. I gotta keep an eye on my friend over there.
This rum run we're doin' is gonna really improve my relationship with Spanky.
She ends saying there was a big tornado...
And you just think about yourself.
He's not dead. He's drunk.
We're in the middle of nowhere. You don't know where we're goin'.
I'm gonna just bust up in the motherfucker and go 'Upper room.'
We got fields need clearin', roads need buildin' and ditches need diggin'.
You gonna put your chin up? That mean something to me?
I need these for prayin'!
Jangle Leg, a little easy on him.
...gonna begin up here on your ass now.
...the place felt a little harder, a little colder.
Welcome Vikings To the sit your ass down room
NIE QUENTIN AND KIMBERLEY
Let can't get right have a swing
Think Brandy LMAO
- Where's the girl who was here? - What girl?
Yeah, there he go.
Sorry to hear about your mama passing.
Right, Sergeant?
Why can't you just say thank you?
Don't you get it? We gonna die here.
Put that on it.
- You seem sensible. Why you in here? - It's a long story.
Hey, there ain't no reason to get violent. I tried to call.
Say what you want about me. Don't drag my daddy into it.
You know that's never happened to me before.
Get your ass to work.
Walked off smooth with my lighter...
He ain't gettin' my corn bread.
State of Mississippi wants this here ditch cleared by sundown. Got that?
Yeah, we noticed.
- 'Cause I got to work this whole thing out. - What the...
Happy Fathers Day
You'll make me fall off, talkin' to your ass.
What do you mean, 'life'? I ain't doin' no life.
No. Don't pass your corn bread to him.
Let's go. We're gonna go with this guy.
- That's your corn bread. - I'm a grown man.
...and I sure as hell could use a nice, hot bath.
Hey, look. The world done changed a lot. It's 1945, boy.
Upper room.
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Pittsburgh Crawfords. Ever hear of us?
I was supposed to wear this suit on Monday!
I'm not your boss. Not anymore.
Old drunk ass Winston always drinking
Claude Banks going to the tonk!
We Looking For Slim
Hey boss he ain’t workin
Monday Morning
Everybody, shut up! Right now.
I’m da pappy
You must be high if you think I'd slow you down.
Ray, this steak tastes like butter.
Valerie
Sing, Girl!
Ray! Where am I?
My old friend, Winston Hancock.
A.R. Colts
Wait up. Wait up!
SSgt before he. See meeka
Watch what you say about my daddy. My daddy's dead.
The Uppuh Roooom
Tell em bout the gun line boss!!
Got Any Money, Claude?
Hey, old-timer, is it?
Slow down, you might say something you'll regret.