Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, shit, I'm bleeding. - Good.

- Nobody gets nothing! - He's dead?

Because I laid everything on the line for you, and you fucked me.

Unibrow, stinky armpit, sweat-suit-wearing motherfucker.

Oh, you owe me $37.50 for gas.

- Here, come here. - All right, come on.

Bars of reception?

I did this for your own good, Nancy.

- Do what you people do. - I did it.

Oh, please. You're like one of those mini bottles of Crystal Geyser.

- Hi, Kat. - Hi.

You ain't done nothing?

- They're at my house, let's just go. - Take him in.

You're rude, you know that? You're gonna get cancer.

It's done. Let's go. Come on.

Did you take something that doesn't belong to you?

and the Sasquatch costume. Son of a bitch.

Leave the keys so we can listen to the radio.

- We took too many drugs. - Yes, yes, we did.

I know that this must be rough,

We can get back in the car now.