Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[engine starts]

-Walk, man. Go home. Go home. -[Topper] You know what I'm gonna do?

-[Sarah] A friend. -A friend. A friend. What friend?

That little rock on the back of my heel makes me want to crush it.

[guests clamor]

[laughing] What are we doing up here?

-Really? -I invited him here.

And you deal with your love life mañana?

Uh, "'bacca, cotton, corn, tomato.

If you fail to show up, you will forfeit your bail.

I expect better for you, Pope. I want better for you.

Don't do this. Don't do this! Where the hell do you think you're goin'?

-Did you? -No. I will, though. I don't care.

[car door slams]

I don't wanna break up. I...

While it's lightning.

-You his guardian? -Sorry to say, I'm his father.

-So that's it? -[Mr. Sunn] There's a postscript,

-Maybe you could, I don't know-- -I just don't want to go with him.

-You stop, man. You don't wanna do this. -Hey. Hey.

Sarah? Wh-why Sarah?

-[John B] Thanks, homie. -All right.

Or-- No, or was it-- was it a guy? Was it a guy?

[clears throat]

I-- I can't tell you how much this means to me.

-Hey. -[Topper] How's it goin'?

What if you just paste on a smile

-Whatcha think, bull shark? -[retching]

Oh, please, please, please get help. I don't care who. Just call someone.

A factory farm for debutantes.

-What the hell's the matter with him? -Sorry, sir.

You look beautiful.

So you say. I'm just tryin' to keep him safe.

Hey, you sure you want me to drop you at school?

-[man laughing] Hey, my friend. -My man.

-You got me. -[guard] Come on.

[machine beeping steadily]

-It's all my fault. -[Kie] Uh-- You didn't do this, Pope.

John, hurry up. Come on, come on, come on.