Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I haven't driven a semi in years.
In Janet's car.
-Frankie... -She breeds Pomeranians.
Were you always this nasty?
You got a 40? You're going backwards!
Shit, fuck. Fuck, shit. Fuck, nuts.
Baby, I'm back in business.
You're breath smells like pee.
I'll be right back.
-I feel terrible about it. -Oh, water under the bridge.
I told you to get off the pot.
-Do you want me to come? -No. Besides, it's been a year.
I'd like to introduce you to my friend, President Andrew Jackson?
Well, you had this last night. Remember?
You're gonna bring a bong to the DMV?
Going to the other room to do... not this.
No. I don't think so. Gloria's a friend of mine.
That's a turkey, sucker! Whoo!
I will need one last lift to the DMV on Friday.
I believe it's called rage.
No, wait, wait, wait. Say "hi" and then be on your way.
- Where are the guys? - I kicked 'em out.
No, this is more than typical Mom stuff.
I fell in love with a Black Panther. Anyways,
You should hear all the lies I tell myself about all the lies I tell myself.
-Really, how do you do it? -Have you guys looked at her plate?
OK. All right.
So listen. This is big.
so I still have plenty of time to lose my mind.
-Don't mess the mound! -Oh!
The street sign is telling you where to find a large sandwich?
It looks more like a Jamaican séance.
And you, of all people, would know what it's like not to have a license.
Oh. "Hospital"? Damn it.
If it's any consolation, I've been awful with myself in my diary.