Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
If everybody sticks to the tasks that I've carefully tailored
Frank, come in. Over. Shit, I got to go.
Am I dead? Huh?
What the hell are you talking about?
"Let's party."
You know what I like?
Got to get home. Got to get that walkie.
Oh, I drank too much.
Where you going, man?
All right, let's do it.
(high-pitched droning tone)
(laughing) I hope you choke on that, and you die, you piece of shit.
Pay attention. So, Frank,
Why are they dressed like cops?
Yeah, it sure was, Charlie. I'll tell you, though.
Oh, yeah. (sighs)
Nice, Frankie! You came through!
Awesome! He did it! You did it, man!
(barking)
(tires squealing)
Oh, come to Papa. Let me have 'em.
What is that, fudge? ...I think that he'll respect me.
(phone chirps)
Whoa, Jews! What is this?
(grunting, panting)
Like, your timing is...
That... Get Dennis' car?