Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do the criteria for amour ever really change?
Count me in.
Kind of don't know if I'm ever gonna see him again.
...but I need your help.
We're talking about my husband. I am trying to find--
Turn what loose? Your small white penis?
Because that's what I do when my husband--
-Perro Insano always triumphs. -Actually, you were defeated...
...do you feel A, joyful, B, sad, C, lonely, or D, horny?"
-Why are you still dressed like that? -Yeah, why are you, Tito?
Wrong wrestler.
I don't know, Shane. They just took him away.
Leave your bag of money, take my bag of weed.
It has history. It has meaning.
-We're friends, I guess. -You don't think it's important?
What?
...to right after Dad died and do things differently?
My husband-- God, that sounds weird.
-"Something bothering you?" -Something's alwa--
She kind of sucks.
-You can tell me where he is. -We're closing. The whole building is.
You smoked heroin?
-It's 4:00. It's 4 fucking o'clock. -That clock is broken.
If we squint.
-This. -You and Esteban aren't friends?
About fucking time.
What's going on?
The jungle fuzz. Shit. Fuck.
You're drinking? Are you kidding me?
Hang out. Loosen up.
You ever wanna go back and do things differently?