Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hate to break this to you, you arrogant piece of shit.

Don’t tell me what to do

- I don't know anybody that sells steroids. - That black dude that had all that Cialis?

I wish I could just hang around you all the time...

- All for sale. - How much is that mask?

- What are you looking at? - Your nice hair, asshole.

Let's start listing the first stuff.

Yes, of course you were. Of course you were.

Obviously, I'm not gonna need steroids once I'm fucking in shape.

- What are you talking.? - Gotta be out of your mind.

...that I could have access to. You know, just to...

I'm trying to get back into the big leagues.

You can't or you won't?

Name of the game, kids: Thunderdome.

Look at that. You see that? That's where my dick goes through.

I mean, I thought they tested pretty hardcore for that shit.

What are you talking about, Kenny?

It's not just the bat, Cassie.

Oh, fuck. I'm so drunk I feel retarded.

Mind of a fucking scientist…

I want my monies. Show me them monies.

I'll even throw in the Halliburton case.

You could learn something instead of just criticizing.

Have him make shipments of the Kobe beef to Louis.

Kenny, what is this?

...who do you think is gonna pay 5 grand for a broken bat?

I don't know. That depends. Were you driving?

...because I was on a good run and now I've just lost it.

I don't know if I appreciate how this conversation's turning, son.

- I've never done this eBay shit. - I know.

- A casualty of my fucking war. - Hey. Consider it done.

He wants in the big game, and so do I. He's my competition.