Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One, two, three, go.

I'm on a water break.

So I haven't been home in a week...

Be honest, jackass.

And I want it Beyoncé colored.

This is... Hang on sec. Let me straighten you out.

Listening to the radio, writing with a pen? What decade are we in?

- Just played True American. - You played True American without me?

Russell, hold it in your hands, my man.

I wanna hear your idea. What...?

- We in a fight? - We're not fighting.

I'm not here to apologize. I'm here to fight.

- No. - Is there?

elevators don't pass inspection. - I didn't know.

Hey, I want you to meet our new assistant, Winston Bishop.

A guy thing. Territory. You don't know.

No. - Said when we go to the park...

- Um... Hold that thought. - I will.

- Here, Russell. - Wrong way. Do it like that.

You might have birthed the idea but I midwifed the crap out of it.

I don't pick apples.

- You thought of the name. - The name is everything.

Because he doesn't wanna hear it.

And that is Winston Bishop, who is our new assistant.

Let's just hang out.

- Relapse? - Real Apps.

- Real Apps. - Real Apps.

- We should call it a night. - No, hang on.