Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

With your chairs?
Ain't She Sweet
Hey, Mrs. V. Here, let me help you with those.
Because I'm going to state next year...
-What can I do for you, Mr. Kowalski? -I'm here for a confession.
He was really hard on us, really traditional, and really old-school.
Take care, now.
I'm not the one who tried to steal. Don't you forget that.
Mr. Kowalski, that's my name.
See, he called you bro, Duke.
When you find out your brother's been making out with your girlfriend
-Why the fuck you gotta make me look bad? Keep your hands off my stuff!
All right. Let's get a booth.
...and cram it." That's my name.
Well, halle-fucking-lujah.
-I don't want you to do anything. -All right.
Get your ass out of here, okay?
"And I'd like to leave my 1 972 Gran Torino...
-How many? -How many what?
Dorothy mentioned specifically that it was her desire for you to go to confession.
Hmong people come from different parts of Laos, Thailand, and China.
What are your sins, my son?
Get off my lawn.
Well, I suppose they heard there's gonna be a lot of ham.
Well, maybe some of her friends called and they changed plans.
Be patient, once he's older, he will be the man of the house.
-You talk to him. -Mitch.
Yes. I'll do my best.
Yeah, but I don't have a job, a car or a girlfriend.
-Um, I'll have a gin and tonic. Attaboy.
-What do you think? -There's tons of food.
Help Me!! Christ All Friday
Okay? Just turn around and go.
-Go on, get in the truck now. Shit. Way to go, old man.
They think you are. That's why they keep bringing you gifts.
- I can't afford any of this. - I'll cover it.
The bartender looks up and says, "Get the fuck out of here."
It's very important that you accept, and it would be an insult if you refuse.
-No, just let me heat up a towel. -Yeah. And here, here's a 20.
God, I've got more in common with these gooks...
Yeah, kid, why don't you start with "Hi" or "Hello"?
Shut Up!
What are you doing?
Man, take this bitch.
That's foolish. That's the exact reaction they're waiting for.
I promised your wife.
Come on.
-What are you talking about? -All the tools and stuff.
Because the Lord is the sweetness....
If he doesn't wanna do it, then let's just go.
Well, that's kind of halfway what I expected you to say.
-Yeah, but.... -All right, look, here.
Bye-bye.
-You don't know when to quit, do you? I'm gonna teach her a lesson.
-I suppose that's my goddamn fault. -Just give it a rest, just drive, okay?
You here to bring me this little present? Monk? She bringing it to us?
Thao, this is Tim Kennedy. He's the super on this job.
Whatever.
-Or at least what you think you should do. -Really?
-As they say, when in Humong. -Ha, ha. Hey, what am I doing wrong?
-Kind of ironic, huh? What?
Well, I survived the war.
No. Wait! Walt! Walt!
Yo, now, that's a nice car.
Call me a whore and a bitch in the same sentence.
So...
You know something, kid? You're all right.
It is. And every other day until you see the folly in what you're planning.
Being ordered to kill.
What the hell are you Spooks up to?
Yeah. You get up and preach about life and death...
And what is life? What is this thing we call life?"
Me. I've got a light.
Hey, Walt.
This is my mom, Vu, I'm Sue, and that's my brother, Thao.
I took Sue to the hospital.
Because you know what? I'll take it.
-No worries. We only eat cats. -Really?
...than I do my own spoilt rotten family.
He just doesn't know which direction to go in.
Youa, wait up.
I offer food to nurture this child's body.
That should be the last of them.
Mr. Kowalski? Good morning. I looked over your paperwork...
Wow.
We can't afford to anchor a unit to one location.
-Tomorrow, I'll see your ass. Why you gotta be a little girl?