Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(babbling)
Okay.
(playing over radio): * Temptation *
All right.
No.
Well, we got to do that, like, today. Right now.
WOMAN (over PA): Elizabeth Battola,
-Jewish dude, man. -Yeah, I got you.
(clicks tongue)
J-Just follow the GPS, I'm in a hurry.
You guys looking for Earn?
-seeing you again, Ms. Granger. -Nice to see you, too.
All right, then.
(sighs heavily)
(Lottie giggles)
-Excuse me, sir? -No, no.
This way.
Place everything in the bins.
EARN: Yeah, she definitely did. I heard that.
Wish it was mine.
-EARN: No, I'm all right. -* Ooh-hoo! *
You doing all right?
Hey, you shut the fuck up! The hell you talking to?
Thank you.
Also, Christian came highly recommended.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Turn left in 100 feet.
I need to remind you-- (chuckling)
* They say every man must fall. *
-Y-You know that dude. -Yeah, that dude.
-No way. -AUTOMATED VOICE: Turn left.
It's a private school. It has a reasonable tuition.
(Lottie babbling quietly)
Yeah, I'm fine.
Recalculating.
-(laughs) What's up, y'all? -Hey, what's going on, man?
-Nice to see you again. -Mm-hmm.
(door shuts)
(chuckle) Yeah. It's what we do here.
Maybe.
Um... she seems to be...
Jewish dude.
You and Darius need to be packed up. We can't be late.
he's supposed to provide for, including you.
(phone ringing nearby)