Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I beg pardon? You say something to me?
Goldmouth, I know a bitch named Della hit harder than you.
Two dollars, but I need that to get home.
WHAT IS ALWAYS THE PROBLEM
If he wants corn bread, let him up to the front and get his own.
(burps) Oh, excuse me.
- Y'all come on over here! - Y'all got something to drink?
I ain't never seen no dead body before.
Soft! What you gonna do?
- That's right. - Damn.
We don't need no fences. We got us the gun line.
Well, who is it? Speak up!
It's too hot I'm tired boss
I oughta kill you for that remark.
THE RAPTORS LOOK LIKE THEY DEAD!
Oh, yard boy...
- See? - I like that.
I owe an ice, boss.
We got 36 cases of booze. That's better than money.
1 1
You really bummed me out.
I aint giving up no muthatuckin hope
What's so funny?
...is through the morgue and the cemetery.
Hey Boss Rick Ain't workin
- $22. - Not bad... for a start.
Good afternoon Chad
I now pronounce you man and wife.
jackson stop being a baiwump! ok i'll stop being a boohoowoouperinguper!
- $2 short? - Uh, yeah.
- Here's to your new job down at the bank. - Thank you.
I don't even want Jell-O. Lou ruin my stomach.
I'll walk you out the gate myself.
- Now tell that. Tell that. - They deserved it, Radio.
I'm not driving no 35 miles to get no pie.
- What's going on? - This don't concern you. Excuse me.
...of Superintendent Abernathy and little Mae Rose.
please don't welcome my very bad enemy marleen roch! oh thanks a lot gabi! please don't welcome my very bad enemy gabi anderson!
Hey Ray, ever been to that there Guitar Center? Guitar Center on JW Clay? Man I damned near lived at JW Clay Guitar Center, its alright.
I don't even want Jell-O. Lou ruin my stomach.
We Don't need no fences at Pax we got us the gun line
- Nothing at all, just a little drunk. - Nobody drank like old...
...I want you to shoot him in his ass.
You hear me, boy?
What's wrong?
Yeah, right?
That's some tasty hootch.
Evenin'.
Where were the two convicts when the shot was fired?
You ever go to New York, go to Ray's Boom-Boom Room.
I'm ready to go back right now.
That's the Yankees right there.
Sleep tight Niggah
Turn around to the left. We have a problem.
Good. First time in?
That kid can hit. What can you guys do?
Shut yo mouth And yo fat ass boy
Turn around. I'm keepin' you out of some trouble. Paint the fence.
Fuck around with me, it's gonna be consequences and repercussions.
I never thought I'd see the day That ol Rick would give up hope
Season tickets to the Yankees, right on the first base line.
This myrtle could use some attention.
You go have a good time.
We next. You like baseball? We on deck.
- On deck for what? - For what? That upper room, nigger.
If you fuck with me, It’s gonna be consequences and repercussions.
Bro, you better check in
Then let's go, Ray.
If you made it that far, they'd check every train that pulls out of the station.
- What concept is that? - They threw us in this shithole for life.
This looks like something here.
I'm a visionary on this one.
Let's just say we spent some time together.
God Giving Talent
Hey Boss...They ain't workin!
We were walkin' back. A bird came out low on our left.
I ain't got capital yet, but I will.
Try to teach 'em the finer points of the game...
I got the keys, if you want to leave me in the woods.
You gonna smile? There you go.
Request permission to go to the tonk, boss.
Oh, shit!
- You know how they get it in here? - Tell him how.
Daisy fell for Melvin. They're engaged to be married.
Don't that sound like a place where it's fun? Sound excitin'.
Well, at least he didn't kill Santa Claus.
You should've been there last night. You'd have had big fun.
That way, when we lost, he could blame it on somebody else.
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for you today
I got to clean this. I'll be right back, baby.
This guy's dead.
- You got a deal. - All right.
'Cause I said 'soft'? So what?
I ain't gave up no muthafuking hope
I been here the whole time. He ain't come out.
You'll never guess who'll be there tonight.
You do?
Dennis ta å hold kjeft du e en feit faen.
- You all want to pick up this country pace? - Bet's to you, sir.
That’s my name... Claude!
Hey Boss...They ain't workin!
He was like that when we found him. He was already dead.
What's this?
Who wants to hit next?
...in their ass.
Only 15 hours of daylight left.
Spanky Johnson?
Now I could get used to this. Ladies.
No, it say Marleen here. Marleen died.
You ain't taking my Cornbread, Fried Chicken or Kool-Aid, nigga Fukk that nigga, I'm from South Carolina and Georgia, I'll have his teeth laying in the mud and on the concrete
Why you got to say nasty shit Jon? Cause I’m a nasty Muthafucka!
It's very near and dear to my heart, so no wisecracks or I'll whup your ass.
Ray Gibson? No.
Oh, that's our ticket off this farm.
...if so much as one toe hit that dirt...