Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-No, thanks, Sheila. I think we're fine. -No? All right.
It makes you wrong, you fucking smart asshole.
Yeah, you'll be his third conviction. Third or fourth. Fourth, yeah.
Liam, gonna be a star.
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]
Five years over an '87 Monte Carlo with 200,000 miles on the odometer.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! You are grounded for 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Fiona?
We finished here, guys?
DEBBIE: "Oh, no. I fell down."
No, you won't.
I'm not telling you that. It's a gift.
Not me, I'm one down. But the guy next door died in March...
Ah! SONY-
IAN: First shower. LIP: You had it yesterday.
Yeah, you wouldn't have waited this long to tell me.
-And take all the toilet paper you need. -Okay.
STEVE: Hi.
Tell us something we didn't know five hours ago.
Oh, oh Everybody say oh, oh
FIONA: How much are we short? -Eighteen dollars, thirty cents.
Go away, Frank.
They fired her for selling medical supplies on eBay.
Hey, you honor thy father.
Ian, I sign your check. What's bad for him is really bad for you.
This whole city belongs to the Jennas, I'm sick of them.
I wouldn't put him near a carpet till his pants dry a bit.
-Hey, Debbie, why do they call him Lip? -His real name's Phillip.
No, I get it. It's, "Prove you're looking for work--"
How the fuck would I know how much he earns, you twisted dumb prick?
My pleasure.
-Shut up, skank. -Watch your mouth.
...because he's done nothing to be sorry for. Nothing.
-What, that's his? -Yeah. Well, company car.
-What's all this? -Debbie wakes up earlier than I do.
[LMFAO'S "SHOTS" PLAYING]
FIONA: Ohh!
-Sterilization? -Continuity.
FIONA: Go.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You are grounded for 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Four-month-old baby, 14-year-old girl just had her appendix out...
How can that be good for you? Or-? Or that?
-Drugs. -What?
LIP: Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Ian, Lip, dishes soon as you're done.
Truly, honestly, one of the most heroic things I've ever seen. Did you see him?
--in the morning With the taste of your tongue
-Already? LIP: Shut up.
Beer is great, Sheila. Thanks.
...because she's yelling that the CIA is stealing her trash.
Oh, five hours.