Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Blood samples point to Kyle and Jill.

A sheep in God's flock.

She's a big fan. She's also someone's wife.

You gonna die, motherfucker.

It is a known fact that in Africa the lions rule the Serengeti Plain.

That's what God's love is all about.

Maybe I have plans tomorrow. Maybe I have a play date.

Lesson... Make an impact.

- Great. - God damn it!

Next time you in my face, gargle.

He was definitely talking about you. He likes you.

Mr. Johnson gave it to me after he confused me with his war buddy.

It's not processed.

- And another whore. - Whore.

I've e-mailed you a guest list. Mayor asshole, councilman asshole.

Good morning. You want huevos rancheros?

Let me know when he's good and shitfaced. I need his signature on something.

It's an indica blend, so it's not too harsh, not too heady.

What the fuck you doing here?

That's good. That was really good.

I'm gonna give you an address, downtown, 7:30 sharp.

What am I doing here?

- We're throwing a party. - Are we?

and whoever else matters in wherever the fuck you live.

Son, I don't need a sales pitch.

You been learning good, novice.

- We're ready to break ground. - What do you want?