Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Most likely. Outlook good. Signs point to yes.
-Mr. Sundasky. -I need some pot.
Get yourself to a safe place. Wait for my call.
What happened to the smelly guard dog?
Oh, good. Just so you know, that's what I was going for.
...wherein you re-live all the many pleasures of fucking my sister.
-I've been thinking. -You can't stay here.
...but you tell Judah he's gonna have to come in here and talk to me...
You sort of look like him.
We can't approve your application without consent of law enforcement.
Mommy needs to get drunk.
-Someone or something. -You have to choose, Nancy.
Medical marijuana actually.
Just sign here and here. Month to month. Three months down.
Stop kicking each other. I'm gonna make you pee your pants again.
Then stuff his face and watch movies like nothing happened.
My first boyfriend. My first love. My first-- You know.
Is it Andy's?
...and the cold heart of a killer, what does he have that I don't have?
...four hundred and thirty-seven ninety-six?
I order you to release me.
Yeah? Well, what do you need from me?
Well, I feel your bucket.
Not wonderful, not a surprise.
-What's that thing supposed to be? -Domestic bliss.
Judah died.
And happy thoughts around me as much as possible.
I think it would be best.
Can't. If I split before the movie ends, the hamsters get raped with Sharpies.
Listen, I don't know what sort of bullshit he's trying to pull...
They were gonna sell my gallbladder to the Japanese.
-Go upstairs. -Are you sure it's safe up there?