Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You are grounded for 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
...for the fact that we're going to hell, and talk to your mother.
FIONA: I'm not kidding, Steve.
And you're happy with that?
-Okay, you're full of shit. -Fuck you.
So, what if your dad comes back and sees me here?
[MOUTHS] Fuck.
Anybody before Kash?
He's been looking for an excuse for months.
You make me want to enjoy my life again.
A tragedy, really. I gave my life to that company.
-Let's go, people. COP 2: Go home. Let's go. Out.
-Mrs. Jackson. -Ohh!
Insane.
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You're grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded for 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Have you done Newton's first? I've got a great one for that.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You're grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded for 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Don't have a clue where he got that from. Wants to be a paratrooper.
They can follow me around all they want to...
KEVIN: Frank, what did I tell you? -Here we go. Neighbors of Satan.
Where's Karen?
How many of you live here?
'Why do the men I always date treat me like shit?"'
-Continuity. -Continuity.
...to make a good impression.
Lip barely got his foot in in time to stop--
X-ray vision.
...are caused by tiny words that come in pairs.
-Okay, time for bed. Up the wooden hill. CARL: It's not even midnight.
TONY: Fiona, are you home?
...which technically makes us next-door neighbors.
And another round for my friends at the UAW 1268
A fucking Monte Carlo.
Oh, no, no, no. We met before, but you weren't exactly--
Gave me a condom.
-Ah! Ow, ow, ow! -Almost. Almost.
That kid's gonna be the death of her. What is it this time?
You know, normally I'm shy, so I told myself:
EDDIE: All right. I'm off to work.
Oh, my God, I love this part.
You know, the first time that I saw you dancing...
-If he knew how to have fun, sure. -Fiona, I can't help my upbringing.
Fuck.
Mom, we have to wear our shoes. There's bits of glass on the floor.
My dad.
VERONICA: Baby. FRANK: What? What? What?
-Oh, so I'm only here for a fuck? -Never crossed your mind?
FIONA: Seven fifteen, monkeys. Come on.
There's nothing they won't do for each other...
-Where's his stamp? -Can you believe this joker’?
[CAR ALARM BEEPS]
WOMAN: Yeah.