Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good night, Daddy.
STEVE: Good evening, sir. -Thanks.
-That's a fact? -Skeletal fact.
-Yeah. -Stupid, but, man, heroic.
-Electric. LIP: Yeah.
-I never said it was, I said I wished it was. -Right, she said she wished it was.
DEBBIE: Okay. FIONA: Arms up.
Dangly gold earrings that made me smile.
-What's with the crowd? -Layoff at the Chrysler plant.
Internet startup.
-...except she's not a raging psycho bitch. -Blow.
Well, that was a bit gay. What you just did there with your eyebrows...
...but they have to actually catch me doing something.
Just something I like to fool around with.
If that wasn't bullshit, what was I wearing?
"He thinks the sun shines out of his own ass."
Electric.
Charge me?
Okay, wait. All right. Yes, no. All you gotta do is agree or disagree.
-It was a kid at school. -Yeah?
No, you got a Happy Meal on the front of that shirt,
FRANK: Ian, industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic.
What's the law on sex with pets?
Show-and-tell?
Decked the bouncer at Purgatory to defend my honor.
Asshole!
...and you can't stop it from showing because you're no fake.
All right, name a single time I've let you down.
Shit.
You kids want some homemade lime chicken chimichangas?
No worries.
Kev and Veronica, fantastic neighbors.
-He's on disability. -Yeah? For what?
Earning what?
You see? That's the problem with working.
People like you are used to getting your own way.
You'll have to take your shoes off.
She got a C in physics, needed a B.
-Plus Ian. STEVE: Hey.
-Yeah? Who? -I'm not telling you, all right?
Okay. Midget naked witch is bending over...
Uh, I've got a party.
Lying bitch.
But that happened, didn't it?
We're working on it.
So you were watching her, who's a lot better looking than me.
...cheats on white fundamentalist wife with gutless gay boy.
They're just corn chips with fake hair. Fake corn, even.
...would you have looked at me twice?
Aren't you a single parent?
And you were dancing next to a red-haired girl in a green dress.