Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but it turns out this is the first thing
You can't just come down there
[scattered cheers]
[siren wails] - Okay, Chris,
right on that bad boy.
[hip-hop music playing]
- Huh? - Maniflex!
Trust me, that job does not give a fuck about you.
- Ah, ah, ah, correction. I value you as sex objects.
[clapping, cheering]
- Dude, you need to-- - What?
listening to Chris smash our sidewalk neighbors,
- Shut up. And fine. - Yeah!
just like every other person here,
- I got you, bruh!
is that you won't pay taxes on your untaxed earning
* *
Gets 'em all pretty and whatnot.
Now, why do you have a problem with that?
- Damn! [all cheering]
I'm telling you, he pushes you to be a go-getter.
- Oh, shit. He's about to do a flexorcism.
- Sick!
You know I'm a Mariah man. Nick Cannon is a fool.
- Money. - I like sherbet.
to stand on they own two feet.
I don't know--fucking Pac-Man.
who gets to shower after.
- Oh, come on, papi.
[laughs] Long and fast.
- Nigga, is that my chain?
- What?
on "Matrix Reloaded."
all: Boo!
- Exactly.
- No, no.
- You know, some people see us out there trying to get fed
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Got his ass. - Whoa, chill out.
your design taste is a little pedestrian.
- Oh, no, Adam. This is lavender, see?
that was in that Mexican lady's yard?
or the fat cats down in Washington.
and then you get a shoestring-- - Uh-oh. Oh.