Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't think there's enough room for us.

JULIO: Ah, fuck. [chatter continues]

- Okay, listen, I don't have enough cash to cover the price

- That guy's no gangster.

Shit. My bad, OG. I'll pay for this.

A memento, some merch, a couch.

And it's all my fault.

anything at all to keep Hugs Not Thugs alive.

There's no reason why I can't tell you all everything.

We can buy a new van.

What am I supposed to do with that box?

- You got wax in your ears or what?

- So you're just gonna give up on all this shit?

- Hey, fuck you, primo.

- No money is worth having to hear Luis snore through the walls.

Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom.

- Wait. You're giving me a job? - I'm giving you a job.

Could have been a baby.

- Uh, maybe walk around it. Not my problem.

Billionaires are on billionaire time.

[men talking indistinctly]

You can stop now.

Everybody pull out your wallets. Just pony up.

But you might wanna get some of those noise-canceling headphones.

MAN: That's right. Yeah, that's right. [all agreeing]

in the burning embers of your own life.