Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy's definitely going somewhere.
Reap what? What are you reaping now?
What are you hiding for?
[FIONA srer-rs]
[DRYER RA'I'|'L|NG]
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You are grounded for 22222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Slower.
-Can I borrow your deodorant? LIP: I'm using Ian's.
Enough's enough. Boys, let's go. Get in the car. I have to take the boys...
Iswear, Fiona, you're nothing like anyone I've ever met.
[VERONICA LAUGHS]
...Fiona and I were gonna knock him down and tag-team him.
-Just a couple of Cokes, Mom. -And some beers?
Brian! You are grounded for 1234567891011121314151617181920212223242526272829303132333435363738394041424344454647484950 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
[HORN HONKS]
IAN: Erbium, cerium, praseodymium, magnesium--
[LAUGHS]
Come on. You can get laid anywhere.
IAN: Coming through.
-Bedpans and shit sheets. VERONICA: Fine...
-Do it tomorrow. -It stinks in here.
Ah. Little-known fact: Don't just chew your food on one side.
-I should be back in a couple hours. -RauI won't care?
What did I say? What did I tell you? Sow and thou shall reap.
-He give you money for the field trip? -l'll pay my own way.
LIP: I'm tutoring after school. Should be able to kick in 10 more.
Hey, would you tap that ass?
Okay, so just read from the table of elements.
I like him.
Dad, gel UP>
Once, four years ago, yes.
Two jets, controlling interest in the Red Wings...
STEVE: That's hot. -Don't drop it. Please, don't drop it.
...because every single one of them reminds me a little bit of me.
...or to each other.
''I can't. She won't. We wouldn't.''
Liam's in here somewhere.
-You got any idea what time it is? -Sorry, it's Frank. He's--
-Debbie. -How you doing, Debbie?
With your hair pinned high.
DRIVER: Hey, watch it!
Oh! Oh!
Field trip. Need Dad's signature.
Because you think like that and Jenna doesn't.
-My bedroom, top of the TV. -Yeah?
...11-year-o|d Lip, 10-year-old Ian...
Karen is thrilled with you. She got an A on her physics midterm.
With kids. What else did he buy you, Ian?
TONY: Fiona. FIONA: Fuck.
If you start lying for him»-
[RITA SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
I'm working after school.
[ENGINE REVS]
You motherfucker!
[CHUCKLING]
Oh, yeah, the doors were closing on her walker.
[FRANK HUMS]
FIONA: Hot dogs downstairs. Nachos too.
No.
Move before you give him a fucking embolism.
I think they're all asleep.
-No, no, no. You're gonna like it. -What am I even gonna say?