Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you fucking crazy? Go back in the house.
Okay?
No, he flies solo, man. You wanna do something?
You know what he expects, Mr. Kowalski.
Hey, Kennedy, you drunken Irish goon. How the hell are you?
Sit down.
Here you go. -How about that, Daisy?
What's that supposed to mean?
I'm here because you needed help. So it's either top or I'm out of here.
Thanks for the ride.
Yeah. Well, I'm surprised you're still around.
Toad washing the car that he tried to steal from you.
Right. Mr. Kowalski.
-They do? -What, you got shit in your ears?
Stop. Let go.
Look, dog, I been there, done it, and I seen it, man.
I said, don't worry about it. Okay? It's not your problem.
We have good news for you, man.
...but all you know is what you learned in priest school.
-What's up? -Let's go.
Holy Spirit.
Father, Son, Holy Spirit.
Shut up, pussy.
Course, I have to make a little adjustment and man you up a little bit.
it's gonna get f#(%ing ugly
But the food does look good. Smells good too.
You better get your ass on, honky, while I still let you.
Nothing. What?
You're all right. You're okay. You've got a cut.
-Toad? How long? -Till next Friday.
- Oooh. Boy. - Oh, yeah.
-What you supposed to be, man? -Yo, it's cool, dog.
-Well, how about construction? -Me?
it's gonna get f-ing ugly
What the fuck, man?
It's not that they're laughing at you or anything.
You rotten fucks!
Come on, get in the car! Thao, what the fuck? Get in!
Dr. Feldman retired three years ago. I'm his replacement, Dr. Chu.
God, that gets so old.
Yeah. God, you people are nuts.
I'm going over to that house today, Mr. Kowalski.
She said she couldn't remember the last time you went.
Son of a bitch.
Tools I've got, but I'm not gonna lend my tool belt. You can pick up tools as you go.
I was the only one that came back that day.
-Me? -Yes, you. Go. Go help him.
I'll go down in the basement and get some chairs.
Yo, man, it's still in mint condition.
She's scared. They're all scared.
Oh, good, more fucking rice niggers.
Tried to, anyway. Yeah. Yeah, Toad.
And Thao. -And even Thao isn't bugging me.
Yeah. So you wanna be in sales. You thinking about going to school maybe?
So, what do you have for me today? You want me to watch paint dry?
I'm just so brokenhearted.
Get off my bench press.
I'm simply reading it the way it was written.
Now, you know I'm the right man for this job.
Well, you'd think the cold would keep all the idiots out.
Huh?
He doesn't have any real role models in his life.
Okay.
No. I really do. Thank you.
It just happened.
Yeah. Shut up.
-You don't wanna know. -No, I do.
Come home, spirit and soul, come home.
Well, I could use a roofing hammer.
It's not Toad, it's Thao. My name is Thao.
-Gave him the wrong change? -Who's the Nip?
Why didn't you stay there?
Hey, Thao.
I don't know...
This crazy motherfucker, man. What's wrong with him, man?
-I'll replace them. -Don't worry about the tools.
The girls go to college And the boys go to jail
Toad.
Jesus. Polarski would roll over in his grave if he could see his lawn now.
-What the hell happened to you? -Don't worry about it.
He didn't even have a gun on him.
About stronger men than me reaching their salvation.
-How many bullets you got? -We'll catch you on the rebound, homey.
But now, nobody wanna fuck with me.
Come on over and get something to eat. We've got beer too.
I haven't seen you in church.
-Well, I'm gonna take off. Enjoy yourself. -Okay. Yum Yum. Pleasure.
You should be hanging out with your own people, with other Humongs.
There's some in the chest right over there behind you.
It seems it would do you good to unload some of that burden.
Don't blow this.
-Yeah, what are you gonna do, huh? Come on, dog.
-I'm staying. -No, you aren't.
-Yeah, well, I'm old-school. -Yeah, but you're an American.
What the fuck?
Watch your head.
Christ all Friday.
No more, please. I--
Anything else you need, you just borrow it, that's all.
They really are. -Yeah.
You know, that's why we stopped doing Thanksgivings.
Yeah.
We gotta get you something more stylish than that.