Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You heard me. - What do you think this is, TV?

Last few days, all he talked about was your father.

Maybe you shouldn't be going to work. It's so close to the wedding.

My box needs filling!

You said that you wanted to go to America. We wanted a different life.

I'm like Grandpa Hassan up there.

Fifty-eight minutes.

Can I ask you a personal question?

He has just had a shipment come in, and me and Nocker have been trackin' it.

I need you to be this guy, Tino El Caído.

Eleven-12, 10-4.

Come on, Capheus, Van Damme is a man.

I put peanuts on top.

We are born into this world the same way we shall leave it:

- I'm sorry, we can't treat that here. - What?

Maybe this is what you need.

Don't you fucking move!

It has to be now.

I know I am not important enough to deserve your attention

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Press as hard as you can.

- Why? - Well, it's kind of a downer.

Ni hao, Mr. Yuen.

It's where she killed herself.

Oh, please. She's a loud-mouth Berkeley bitch.

I mean, of course, these gifts come without any attachments or obligations.

Don't forget that.

- And get us more customers. - I will.

The smell of burnt mattress. It didn't seem like a dream.

She tore down my walls.

I used to be like you.

I'm Tino El Caído. I'm the fallen one.

they climb onto the couch, and cuddle up in my arms.

Everybody calls me Nyx.

Save me an egg.