Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yo, man. Your little cuz got a temper, man.

for you, kickin' the door like that, bro?

Nah, nah. I'm staying here.

Hey, man, is that... is that an elephant rifle?

VIOLET: Don't have too much fun without me.

-ALFRED: I'm good, bruh. -You sure?

* You do your thinking with a one-track mind *

just shot through my belly.

Just non-violent. We're trying to...

EARN: Yo, we should probably get moving.

Don't fucking touch me, man.

Now, that shit was fucked up, my nigga.

Nobody's there; they gone.

It's getting colder, it's getting harder to eat.

Yo, pull this car over, so I can fight this nigga.

ANNOUNCER: Archer Danger Island.

-They ain't gonna do shit. -Hey! I'm talking to you.

(distant, indistinct crowd chatter)

-TRACY: Bitch! -ALL: Oh!

Hey, yo, I just... I got to tell you, man.

-(laughs) That's funny. -Right now.

* That laffy taffy, shake that laffy taffy *

I told you to stop fucking with me, man!

Relax. It's cool. Okay, listen.

(distant cheering, shouting)

-Yeah, yeah. -(laughing) All right.

And then I ate you.