Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right. two. Come on, four. Eight.
don't fight the urge.
No. It's South Bronx Paradise, baby!
Oh, R2. Ha ha ha ha!
and it ain't like them sissy no-crabs diets, either.
Make the homeys say ho and the girlies want to scream
How are we looking?
For what?
I got to tell you, man, I can hear you...
All right, look.
Aaahh !
What? What are you, queer?
I said, get out of here.
How far did you run, Meatwad?
Aah!