Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in the usual swoony back-to-front pants and dead bear T-shirt?
What's the... What's the flapperola?
What?
That is the third time I've seen the waiter check you out.
I don't know. Tell me. How much?
Obviously.
Do you love me?
You motherfucker.
Night-vision goggles and a claw hammer. Come on.
One of those guys thinks he's a player
If my granny were here, she'd say, "Fuck him.
Are you talking? Cos I haven't realised.
Do you have any money?
Yeah? Listen, just give me a sec.
Spill.
I just realised. What? What?
Come on, now. Five minutes.
It's all part of being a normal, healthy piece of shit.
SHE SOBS
I bet he loves your stuff.
Everything in here kills you.