Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

LUIS: That's bullshit.
You even more bitch than I remember.
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[vehicle approaching]
- Hey, you good?
♪ ominous music ♪
- Hold up. Look over there.
- Like West Side Story?
Where's the problem?
- Tsk. You're the oldie with your ancient Mayan face, like--
- It's in my L4, L5, dawg.
- Yeah, you fuckin' do.
You take them orally.
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[doorbell dings]
[burps, grunts]
JULIO: Really?
- Hey, I came here for a gang fight.
- Here, Julio, help me sell some of these cupcakes.
[neck cracks] [groans sharply]
♪ All the way live, I think I was about ten ♪
I'll drive you. But I'm not fuckin' fighting.
So you one of them pink cupcake bitches now, huh?
- Let's go.
Yeah.
Texting and driving.
[indistinct announcement over PA]
You're my bitch-ass cousin who's been complaining all day.