Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If we're gonna do this, we're gonna fuckin' do right!

- Wait, you didn't buy anything?

We're talking about busting heads, not broken backs and shit.

- Okay. Then we're the Sharks, obviously.

- Yeah, homey, so I guess three cuetes and a filero.

He says that's what happens when you get old.

- Dawg, you gotta get on that Judge Judy train,

- So where your boys? - [scoffs] Where are your boys?

We gonna die tonight, my boy!

The boy to end all boys.

[Julio gasps] Stop flinching!

- Stop fighting, stop fighting. - Cut that shit out.

I've been driving you around all fuckin' day.

Damn, I can't wait to see my boys.

- At least your old boys used to be tough.

- Hey, hold up.

We got cupcakes to deliver.

Uh, the only thing is, homey, we forgot our cuetes,

- You ready to get into a gang fight, Junior?

- Then let's go get our asses beat together, like boys.

- You never heard of it?

Couldn't fight if he wanted to.

- Get in the car!

- Okay, I can respect that.

Thank you. Red velvet is an amazing choice.

- When the fight comes, you could take Julio.

- Hey, I know you probably moved on

And you was always quite the bitch.

- A'ight, fuck it. You've convinced me.

Where am I? What's going on?

Sorry for your loss. - Yeah. You too.

- Hey, playboy. We're called Huggers.

JULIO: Don't even mention it.

I mean, his name was Fatass.