Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You trying to go to Hollywood now.

-Man, where you go...? -Let me just...

-This ain't none of my fault. -Whose fault is it?

Them savages from Atlanta that went into that T-Mobile store,

[people shouting, voices on radio, static]

You coming or not? Come on!

Everything fine. We gonna be all right.

Oh... hey. I wasn't talking to you.

Where your...? Oh, baby, I'm here!

Well, I'm calling her right now.

See, no problem. Looking good.

Thought I paid that bill.

Okay, all right. All right.

You know, for the record, I never wanted you.

-I appreciate that. -All right.

She don't be thinking about nothing else, either.

I'm on probation, man!

I'm glad you brought that Hollywood shit up.

That's my wood!

-MARY: Bibby! -What?

Bibby, man, just take me back to the shop, all right?

Hey, um, you forgot to pay me.

You know why it's fucked up?

He a magician! How I supposed to know?

You got to see this shit. I got to show you this.

Okay. All right, man. I got it.

I got to deal with some eses.

But, technically, his was before yours.