Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You must get sick of having to think for everybody.
Still looking for fun, Fiona?
-No. -I know.
Uh, I was gonna offer to buy you a drink anyway.
STEVE: What?
LIP: Jesus.
For instance.
"Good job, Fiona.
FRANK: You-- You think you can't be--
Oh, you just made that up.
Jimmy Cl»-? Well, Jesus, man, put it there. Respect.
COP 1: Let's go.
STEVE: Hello ?
Raises money for UNICEF year-round, some of which she actually turns in.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You are grounded for 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
KEVIN: Where you going with those?
-Once or twice. LIP: Ah. Wow.
Now and again.
I'm no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor.
Don't try blaming me for this.
Sandals.
Tried tagging a cop car with the cop still in it.
Fucking donkey-dick Roger Spikey? The original beef-meister?
Quit pretending you don't even know me. You weren't that drunk.
I can't remember whether that's good or bad.
because your grounded
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You're grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded for 111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
-Your face. -How is that funny? It's not even funny.
-I thought you were broke. -That's what I said.
You ever have a knob-job?
Would you?
VERONICA: Anytime you like it too. -I'll do it, all right.
What impression did you get from my brother?
STEVE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
-"Steve"? No. -Yeah. Uh-huh.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! You are grounded for 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Fuck off. Nervous breakdown.
Jesus, Fiona.
Ninety percent of the world's problems...
Your life's not simple, Fiona...
[LIAM WARBLING]
What'd that set you back about, six bills?
Did he start that rumor?
-Somebody's gotta take Liam. -Uh, I got a calculus test.
What's left, after I settled out last month's bar tab.
So you gotta come pick it up before it starts rusting.
Say, D-BIock of a maximum-security prison?
[PATRONS CHEERING]
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]
He bought them for you, didn't he? Those shoes.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, what have you done? What have you done?