Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Sure, yeah, of course. - Oh, damn!
and I never got to Eiffel Tower a chick with one of you guys.
How about we settle out of court?
- Sold! - Okay!
But we back tomorrow, and Waymond is pissed.
His American Idol hairdo, your norse-ness.
Yeah.
Eat a bunch of hamburgers right now and get fat?
- Aah! - Oh...
but took a one-and-a-half in my pants on the elevator.
Yeah, now we're gonna go to prison for perjury.
two pictures for $5, so...
- Aw, yeah. - What?
The only thing y'all gonna be eating is ass salad.
We got a big-time lawyer coming through.
Defense calls Waymond Womano.
Smell, like, a little like something's burning?
"Justice." Right?
- Oh, we're gonna get pounded. - Maybe, like,
Did you see Monteezy work his magic?
That was not our fault.
I am a lawyer. And with this kind of damage,
Your honor,
but you guys are bitches.
who can prove beyond a reasonable doubt
- Whoo! - You got it!
to Tez's summer blowout special.
Guys, I applied to law school.
You know what? We're gonna see you in court, man.
Yummy.
and a suitcase full of your clothes.
Oh, [Bleep], this is bad.
You heard Tez. Waymond's snitching tomorrow.
If I may, I'm gonna stand.
Just. Us.
I'm gonna bring you to big boy court.
That's affirmative. There's something...
Trust. Us.
We told you not to bring the spaghetti.
- Yep. - Welcome, gentlemen,