Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need to close early for inventory.
It damn well better be. I paid a shitload for it.
We gotta go.
That's probably them coming after us right now.
Hey, fuck you, man.
I don't want your pregnant pity hand job.
These people bludgeon innocent golfers for sport.
Who cares? Blitt and I can run this place all by ourselves.
...pop on out to your shit cars and drive out of here.
After the election, we will be man and wife.
Jesus, get off.
I'm so fucked up. Jesus, you are poison. Fuck you.
Media manipulator.
Minimum sentence, eight years of daily ass rape.
Like when I involved you in my election campaign...
Fuck you, man. I'm Tunisian.
You have General Lee. What more could you ask for?
And you should peddle something that people want.
Isn't that the whole point of life? Children? Propagation?
-Philanthropist. -Tax evader.
She owns Mexico, Mom. I think she can have these pages edited.
I hope you're happy.
Try Wiki.
You and me, we never would have worked.
No birth certificate. If I disappear, if the baby disappears...
I hear they're doing that now. They're chopping heads off.
Who should I ask? Esteban? Pilar?