Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excellent. Excellent. And her mother...
And what do I get for my pain and suffering?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jenna. It was Jenna's birthday.
Ohh....
And get a real job, not just dipping into the collection plate at St. Tim's.
Disability people haven't caught up with you yet?
I mean, we're healthy and we're happy, but when people ask, we say:
What the fuck is this?
LIP: Relax, okay? IAN: No.
Stay here.
All right.
Right.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! You are grounded for 123456789101111213141516171819202122222324252627282930313233334353637383940414243444454647484950 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Your dream girl? We had drunken sex on my kitchen floor.
Followed around by a video camera. Where's the trust, Steve?
ls Fiona in?
Go!
Hey, that's my fucking bike!
LIP: Yo, Kash.
What's she hiding for?
-Who's Steve? -The other night.
And by "people like me" you mean people like what?
Please, don't drop it! Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
-Fine. You're all barred. -For what?
[GRUNTING AND GROANING]
Just when you think you've collared your dream girl...
VERONICA: No way, Lake Forest? Lake Forest is not Chicago.
Got a job as a janitor in this small tech firm...
.|.. |.. -Disappear for three weeks?
I don't know.
Kiss and I'll tell.
Take back "dumb prick."
So deciding he's overeducated and has more money than sense...
...because, I mean, he's long gone now anyways, but....
Oh, is it?
Can I get it through here or is it better around the back?
FRANK: Lip, smart as a whip. Straight‘s and the honor roll.
Gone, Steve. It's gone.
How's a guy supposed to work, hurt, with kids?
-Nice watch. -Thanks. Panerai.
FIONA: Lip, you in there? Lip? LIP: Yup.
Praseodymium, uh, magnesium, suIfur--