Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...someone who speaks English, actually addresses me...
-You take too many drugs. -Mostly Xanax and coke.
It's a maternity store. This is the back room.
It's too early for this. We're really not friends.
We're not in Ohio, little man. Are you on drugs?
Baby on board. Muffin in the muff.
I am the only one here that has any chance to make amends.
Doug, if you don't help, you can't come.
What are the marks on your neck?
Then fuck it. We'll kill her and sell her organs. Okay?
Legendary.
All right, thanks for calling. Knock yourself out. Bye-bye.
He hung up.
Do you have a Facebook page?
Did you wanna lick the spatula?
-I don't know what you're talking about. -Sure you do.
-Stop it. -Surrounding your pussy.
Jesus. I survived cancer and rehab for this?
I know. I'm sorry. I could not untie you.
Yeah, she's no longer my wife. We're divorced.
There was a dead mouse in that backpack.
If Nancy doesn't come back, we shroud the room in clear plastic...
Fuck that. I'm older. I get the room.
The hassle of getting across the border and do you guys speak Spanish?
Cancel the trace. It's bullshit.
Okay, 30 thous--
You and--? You and us?
She doesn't mean to hurt me.