Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[imitates gunshot]

right in front of me and my big dawg.

- I don't know. Gas leak or some shit.

You're messy. I don't have a job. I'm scared.

that you've jacked off in here like a thousand times.

[reciting prayers in Spanish]

- I promise to make a good faith effort

give you one of those big-ass checks like when you win the lottery, you know.

Who knows if it'll even work now?

But I couldn't do it this time.

You know, the world does not roll out the red carpet for you

- Hey! I need both of you to come with me right now.

Burning down your entire life forces you out of your comfort zone.

- Julio, shut up.

I can do it. I'm the one fixing up my pad.

We gotta get you back in the game too.

- Hey, stop fuckin' around.

- I didn't say it, Roger said it.

JULIO: Maybe you're right.

- A job, Luisito!

♪ ominous music plays ♪

- Hell, yeah, homey!

[high-pitched voice] The kid's section of JCPenney?

JULIO: Wait. I admit it.

You deserve it.

Come on, this ain't worth a grand.