Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think you're okay.

Here's my license, but I actually don't have

It happens, okay?

Let's go. Let's go!

Tell 'em it was a mistake. Blame it on the Tourette's.

that's gotta suck.

That was kind of weird.

Try proving I don't have 'em.

I could get ordained online.

Oh, is that like a sibling-brother,

Maybe I could come back later

I only wish little Marty could have been here.

I thought that was you.

in your new home.

than a legal exchange of women for property.

Yeah. I'm gonna need to see your license and registration, sir.

Little people of tomorrow.

I think we should just let him come to the wedding.

LIP: What's going on?

Is this some healing hands, voodoo, wheat grass jackass?

Just tell her the truth, Kev.

18... cocksucker!... months!

In fact, I'd like you to be the one to give me away.

Surprise! (giggles)

where I'm supposed to change your mind?

What's the matter, babe?

Jesus, Sheila, I'm not gonna die.

♪ Know that it's not for naught ♪

♪ You're so... sure of? ♪

Really, Mr. Morality?

♪ What is this downside ♪

(tires screeching)

Other than the presents and the booze,

and have no memory of it?

You did? That's great! Yeah.

VERONICA: Guess we can forget about buying a house.

Daddy's dead, Mama. He doesn't really want anything.

Probably one of the worst role models for little girls.

All right, Fiona,

Showing up at your wedding fucking paralyzed and shit?

feeling tired, seeing more of my oncologist

It's just a piece of paper!

And do you know why?

get married every day, Fiona.

You think an actor could work?

You gotta go back to prison.

That's what I get.