Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can never seem to get it off.
- Whoa! - What are you doing?
Wow. That's great news for you.
Your drug dealer?
I am so onto you.
- You're dying. - What?
His scalp came off on my fingers.
Maybe you're not...
Brown.
Well, that... don't count that.
Um. Ah.
I will make this right, okay?
My dad'll be so worried about me,
so I need the money, I really need the money.
Look, Cricket, I'm sure whatever street mongrel you're dating...
I found you in.
do a little P to the C to the P.
- You want the lemons or not? - Unbelievable.
All right. Fine. Three dollars.
I'm kind of all he's got, so he's become a little overbearing.
You cut that bullshit out and come work with me,
she's into lemons, too, so you're good.
and crawl back into that manure pile
Speaking of, I need some cash. When do we get paid?
I had to ask.
Nothing, Cricket. Hey, listen, um, we got a job for you, buddy.