Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yep, I should be... but I ain't.
Ah!
-Darius? -(banging on door)
that should be tuition for her now.
(Lottie babbling)
The piece was in Clark's bag.
if she really was a regular student?
All right, guys.
Is that beer?
* Yoohoo! * (laughing)
CHRISTIAN: So, gentlemen, I understand you're looking
Oh, that's why. Okay.
(car engine starts)
You just got to learn to trust yourself, my friend.
I got to make sure Darius gets his passport
You got to get it from the front, man.
I know a place we can go, get a renewal same day. It's okay.
Shit was clean, though.
-(barking) -Ready to whoop your ass.
(vocalist screaming) * (rock)
(voices, music, static)
Seems like an Al thing to do.
It's time to start leveling up on niggas.
Why does it keep saying "a left"?
Yes, I know. You hate lemons.
There we go.
(grunts) Don't worry, my friend.
He ain't even got no clients that make actual money.
Be good for Mama. I love you.
Two books.
-(bell dings) -(chuckles)
Oh, yeah, I think mine is, uh,
(Alfred sighs)
Get in the car, baby.
All right. I'll catch you guys later. Lottie!
Turn left in 50 feet.
I leave the gate open.
I don't think so.
It's, uh, $350.
Man, Don King wasn't a lawyer, I'm pretty sure.
She is excelling in everything. I mean,
I think every parent thinks that.
You guys got your passports?
Y'all ready to do this?