Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

so that's-that's what I'm doing.
She got to know. Shit, she the one wanted you.
All right, little man. There you go.
-It's all good. It's all good. -Fucking toothpicks, man. Shit!
tell them to holla at me if they with T-Mobile.
[woman wailing]
but you know I can't go back to jail, baby.
Thank you. Let's go, man.
It's a write-up in a magazine,
-Damn. "Son, could you please stop skipping school?" -Bibby.
-Hey, I didn't know. My bad. Hey. -Just...
See, that's why I like you. You smart.
I ain't playing with you, Bibby.
And part of that bread. But them chicken tenders right there,
That reminds me, hey, did you see that basketball player
-Oh, hell no! -What the...?
they put the cat on the poster.
but we can go back to the shop.
Not right now.
five minutes around the corner. I'll cut you over there.
I'm done, bruh. That's it.
When I get my income tax, I'm-a open my own shop
-What we doing today? -ALFRED: Yeah, man.
[clippers buzzing]
I'm on my way! I'm ten minutes...
Hey. Yo, my man. Hey. Where your mom at, boy?
with black people on them.
-[groans] -I'm-a take care of you.
Man, we put up a couple.
Like, damn. Oh, shit.