Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me working out my pre tour dance moves
I'm kind of in the mood for Asian fusion.
call her husband and say she's banging a whore?
You. Come here. Yeah?
Rickety Cricket! Rickety!
Come here. I wanna talk to you.
-Then who was it? -You guys! I did it!
You know what? I think someone just earned themselves a nickname.
Don't you guys do anything besides play cards and eat deli meats?
They're racing by us as fast as they can.
You better go back and get a gun, because dealin' drugs is dangerous.
Hey, uh, Cricket. Cricket, buddy.
Is it? Is it? That makes sense. Yes.
I'm askin' hypothetical questions here.
I can't compute. Don't do all of it.
That is a huge wad of money. This is more money than we make at the bar.
How did that get here? I rode it here. What do you think?
Yeah, it seemed close. It got a little stressful. A little tense.
What are you talkin' about? You didn't set up that ass play on the last one?
Whoa. When'd you get a gun? I went back to Bingo.
Go! Get up there! Now! Stay! Stay! Stay!
It's, like, the perfect mix of comfort and wind resistance.
You cannot seriously be thinking about banging this old lady.
Go! Dennis! Stay!
Do you know those guys? Can you sell drugs to them?
It says right here... "No Rules"
Dee's place? Yeah. You two alone, together.
We can't do this. Mm-hmm.
Or a truck I can hijack, right?
And when I ask for a light, we come out blastin'!
Please stop calling me a street urchin. I'm not a street urchin.
Check it out. I got the thing for you right here.
So please don't make me, okay?
A lot.
Look at this. I've achieved total sexiness!
Last taste. Last taste. One more. That's it.
No, Mac, you have to separate yourself from the way they look.