Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

stick thin, completely naked.
harvested by real, authentic Mexican hands...
Wow. Your hairline's intense, bro.
- [clears throat] - You're right.
Excuse me.
That's when I realized...
- That was Nando's. - Yeah.
- I tell you. - The Dow Jones is the way to go.
You-you seem like, um...
bruh
- Yeah. All right. - Great.
In somebody house?
[clears throat] Okay.
Oh, she fancies girls now.
Alfred, I'd like you
- Yeah, man. [laughs] - Yeah, it's true. Yeah.
Who writes checks?
Why is she crying? Okay.
Yeah, sure.
Yo, Darius, I just want you to meet my fiancé.
The best hope for you is probably, like, Moby.
Oh, man, I mean, I do whatever.
[laughs]
Look around, bro. It's all me.
Oh! Bad decision.
♪ What you mean, bring a truck, let's get working ♪
But I hear nothing. The house is dead silent.
Yeah, yeah, should be all good,
The connection we shared wasn't physical.
some type of racism's going down there.
He's around here somewhere.
in hopes of fostering meaningful exchange of ideas.
- I'm fine. - [woman sobbing]
- I... I just... I thought... - Oh.
Mm-mm.
- Are you mad at me? - What?
steal some of his furniture or some shit, fuck his wife.
- What? - [phone whooshes]
It's between me and Fernando.
Racialism drives me fucking mad!
Oh, my God, I am so sorry.
[phone vibrating]
No, the wedding is off.
- Oh, shit. - Are you making fun of me, too?
[chuckles] Hey, these all your friends, man?
Yeah, but so? White kids be scamming all the fucking time.
Fernando!