Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ I see them bloom ♪

- (groans) - (horn honking)

(dogs barking in distance)

Just a distributor of ours.

Dude, fucking with the Russians?

♪ I like the sound ♪

- (gun blasts) - (man yells)

MAN: All right, man, there he is!

- ♪ Oh... ♪ - (song fading)

- (car engine starts) - That's new.

which you know you don't fucking do!

Look, I'm happy that your relapse made you feel so good,

So, that's how they got in, huh?

- (beeps) - (slurping)

- You know? - Yeah.

- Bus! - (hollering continues)

♪ Daring to try to do it or die ♪

(singing in Russian)

we could have found a way out,

Well, you know.

♪ And you know that you were born to be... ♪

♪ But I'm just a soul ♪

♪ Roll all night long. ♪

Breathe. Breathe deep, okay?

I get that a lot.

♪ Red roses, too ♪ ♪ Red roses, too ♪

(vehicles approaching)

(cell phone ringing)

Well, it still happened.

- It was what it was. - I can't find it.

She had a, uh...

I hope these assholes like hospital food.

♪ What's the use in jiving? ♪

- There you go. That's it. - (taking deep breaths)

They didn't believe I could do it.

I guess the real question is: Can we afford not to?

(men laughing, groaning)

We picked the wrong fucking house.

♪ No matter how far ♪

(sirens growing louder)

(locks clicking)

♪ Called my job ♪

(sighs) Come on, Davey.

- Glorious, my ass. - (laughter)

Then, yeah, you heard right.

♪ They're really saying ♪

♪ Too many worries ♪

♪ Daring to try to do it or die ♪

♪ And you know that you were born to be ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Please, man.

♪ Come on, baby, let me thrill your soul ♪

- but, man, you got a fucking problem. - Yeah?

And I got shot.