Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You! Hey, punk.

We are like the perfect couple.

Ruckus? What are you doing here? How did you get in?

Welcome to... Oh.

I just sent you a text message and a e-mail,

and stressed and, I don't know.

You know, like Tyrese or Chris Brown.

I feel like I'm getting on your nerves.

* The promise Of what's to come *

Oh, she sure was something.

What's wrong? You seem grumpy.

She got kids, she got a police record,

Wow, so what kind of work do you do?

I'm not too sure I have many episodes left.

the Dominican drug-queen.

There's a lot of crazy women out there.

and thus oddly likeable.

Oh, hon. I never knew that.

It was quite a relief to meet you, Miss Ebony.

And I can't hold my feelings inside no longer.

astrophysicist, soccer star,

But you can't hold that against

What's the problem? She too good for me.

you saved my Nana's life.

I'm happy as a nigga with a new gun.

Yes, nor have I.

Hey, you may as well be fucking an orangutan.

Oh, I know she in there, Robert.

Mrs. Uncle Ruckus.

some lonely old man to take advantage of.

She wasn't bad. She said she gonna

Wha...? I mean,

All your bank accounts too.

Ebony. Ebony Brown.

"Ah, fuck it, it's only a sandwich." True story.

Taking a long lunch?