Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gone when I woke up.
Oh, hey, fellas.
Says more about White Sox fans than it does for the rest of us.
You know what? I'd better let you get to bed.
STEVE: You just leave him there all night?
My purse! Fuck! My purse. That bastard took my purse.
Slower. Slower.
Not right now.
Owl Jesus, Fiona.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! You are grounded for 222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Really? An old lady on the train?
I'm still gonna have to charge you for this.
-Stuff? -I'm not looking.
LIP: I got it. FIONA: Any minutes left?
Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Whatever it is, I'll try. I'll really try.
Go to my house, top of the freezer. Two ice packs.
Hm?
No!
-Electric. -E|electric.
Oh, Jesus Christ, Lip.
And then tonight, I see you there again.
You can just ignore him. And you, move.
Yeah, well....
-Hey, where do you think you're going? -Are you serious?
-Want a chaperone? -You're not eligible.
You are grounded for 12345678910111213141516171819202122223242526272829301323334353637383940414243444454647484950 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Who's saying that I looked twice?
He must really like you.
Steve. My name is Steve.
Once she gets a little touch
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON EAR BUDS]
Once, ifl double bagged it. Project girls don't abort.
So who's the little guy? Liam?
You sure didn't mind watching him take his shirt off now, did you?
You ready, big man? Let's do it. Come on, here we go.
You think little guys can't be fucking faulting you»-
OFFICER: You, come back! Stop!
...is somehow more socially acceptable than asking myself, for instance:
It can buckle yourjaw which will buckle your hips and affect your posture.
-His dad? KEVIN: Yeah.
Fiona, my rock, huge help, has all the best qualities of her mother...
He hates me.
l-- I-- What could I do, Steve?
Roger Spikey?
Always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room.
Got a hummer today.
If all you want is to be needed, then congratulations.
...so it slid up your arm, but it looked great.
All quiet up the wooden hill?
"Not bad."
Here you go.
-Agree. -"He's had an easy life."