Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah. Um...
You know Nigerians don't fail.
Oh. No. No, no, no, not at all.
ALFRED: Oh.
ELIZABETH: Things have gone bad.
Look, man. I just don't want no janky-ass lawyer
Niggas do not care about us, man.
WOMAN: Okay, I'm just gonna move this over here
-WOMAN (over P.A.): Welcome to -EARN: Gate C7.
Kenny's gonna do it.
-I think I did. Um... -Goddamn it.
-Right. -No, I think I packed... Wait.
-Oh. -(truck rattles over bumpy road)
-uh, for first grade. -Get the money together.
-He had that one song, "Program." Yeah. -* Program * Yeah.
(scoffs) Five percent?
Stay here? No.
...cheaper?
(sighs)
-Y'all niggas ready for this tour? -Sh... Oh, yeah.
All right. I'll meet you downstairs, Darius.
I don't know. It could be just the date's a little late.
maybe it was yours, you know?
Here you go.
Y'all get up off that table.
(hip-hop music plays quietly)
Hell, yeah, man. He's perfect. I appreciate it.
That's all you're bringing?
We're going on tour with Clark County in Europe.
You know?
Yeah, bet you think you slick.
(loudly): Opt Out!
Yeah, we need a passport replacement.
None taken.
of any deal I looked over for you.
We're Kenny's kids.
-Okay. Okay. -Mmm.
(Alfred and Christian speaking indistinctly)
It's always wrong-- is there another way?
so just-just follow the GPS.
I really want to be smoked.
(Darius whooshes)
LOUDLY [OPED OUT]
-Jewish. -Yeah.
If I see a steer smart enough to get out of the pen,
The old switcheroo.
-at TSA. -Mm.
* I see my light come shining *
-Today. -Yeah.
-or something bad. -Oh, no, no, no.
DRIVER: This thing is crazy.
Yeah. It was gold, too.