Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's like prison labor, homies.
- She's your ex? Ah, she's using you, bro.
I love you, mijo.
- I was lying about your cupcakes. They were bomb.
- A'ight, now enough of this bullshit.
♪ Enjoy the many compliments ♪
- I'll just call another ex.
- Hey, Luis,
Whether you're a former gang member
There's gonna be orange juice.
Now I know why you bitches don't wanna bake cupcakes.
- So you're stalking me now?
Uh! Unh. Uh-huh!
When your mom got sick, you weren't there for her
that I quit my lucrative job
And he tells me, "Your cousin's drug deal went awry."
- So... where's your ride at, primo?
♪ In my eyes, Lord ♪
But you know what?
- Eh, who let the Mexican Oompa Loompa in here, huh?
- Alright, then, fool, we'll wait in the car.
Sorry, there's only one bitch seat.
I feel for him.
You almost just broke this photo of me and my mom.
Oh, yeah, can't believe I forgot to mention.
[thunder cracks]
- You know what? I can smell that nice guy bullshit a mile away.
- Don't play stupid, alright? You know why.
♪ ominous music playing ♪
- I don't know, I guess I've been pissed at you
- But shit's changed, fool.
I went too hard on you about the cupcakes yesterday.
- This motherfucker got that 10th grade ignorance.
Man, we talked about this.
MINISTER PAYNE: You should all be proud
[siren wailing in distance]
Anyway, I pulled a few strings and I was able to get Luis a spot.
But that fool won't listen to me.
- It doesn't look like it's gonna rain.