Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You go to some big fancy school?
What are you doing, Junior?
Here you go.
Tempting, but, no.
No.
But not forever…
She told me I had to do something big…
He was there, drunk as usual.
Shit, not in my car.
Will you take care of him? I'll call you later.
…and that was the assignment.
I called the president to talk about pollution.
I'm telling her she doesn't have to take it anymore.
This remarkable young man died at 7:35 this evening.
Trevor!
You're spending $300 to find an old lady…
I'm single! I'm single!
Thank you.
Really?
When they do, everybody…
Stuff I did, it didn't work out.
Take me to a match. You get splattered in the front row.
Well, kids, they either hitchhike or they take a bus.
That's bullshit. Help her right now.
Generosity? It's a Jaguar.
You mad at me?
Ricky would never do that.
Thanks. I appreciate the euphemism.
— Adam? — It's the honor system.
I really appreciate this, Mrs. McKinney.
I obviously didn't realize how much Trevor likes you.
After all, what does the world expect of us?
I've always wanted to be something.
You won't get it. Mr. Simonet will get it.
You have a lovely way of expressing yourself.
People are staying clean.
If I don't have it, I'm lost.
…something they can't do by themselves.
Mom?
Please.
How's “rat bastard” sit with you?
How you helped her. I'm doing a story.
…all I could think about was getting my next fix.
Look it up.
— No, I'm not. — Yes, you are!
She'd cover the bruises and the cuts and she'd take him back…
— For God's sake. — Come on, tell me.
Need a ticket somewhere? Come on, I'll get you a ticket.
— You don't expect them to change… — Excuse me.
…right here in the seventh grade.
— It worked! — Oh, God.
But you might just squeak by with a “C”.
I got your back, sis. Bitch, you're still here. Shit!
— See anything? — Get those cars out of here!
Trevor has made an attempt to interact with the world…
Wear this.
…satisfaction.
He can't really want to or he would've.
Do you understand my kid is missing?
But when you climb in the first time, and pull the newspapers over you…
I feel like I've got to give him a chance.
Leave it alone. He just wants to get on with seventh grade.
Four tequilas. Who's having the fourth one?
Think you could stop rubbing my nose in it?
All right, bring them up.
It's a news magazine feature. It's not something you wipe your ass with.
What if I can make it so your parole comes up next month?
Não! Hoje é domingo!
Less painful than the dentist. Just be yourself, okay?
You said that an hour ago.
— This is good. — Thanks.
It's just…
Well, you look good to me too.
This red gas can from his truck.