Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And he liked the way she dressed, to a certain point.

And then, last night...

♪ ah, ah, ah ♪

Rue: That's what made it fun.

you do or you don't want to fuck me, Ethan?

Rue: Sometimes he'd check in on maddy.

-What's up, man? -What's up, man?

on the odds of him going pro.

Oh, fuck! Stop!

Rue: He knew he was smarter than most football players,

♪ remembers ♪

Why do you have your shirt on?

But it's not like he would say anything, he wasn't that possessive.

I will call avon, I will call brother mouzone,

this bud of love by summer's ripening breath

my retina detached, and I can't-- I can't see,

Cassie: I can't believe they did that to you, McKay.

Ethan: You're, like, soaking.

you show up, you lead me on, and then you whine about your fucking boyfriend.

And for as long as I can remember,

♪ childish-like, immature ♪

was the night of McKay's party.

Fezco: You sober?

Come on. You have no idea how much it hurts.

Cassie's family wasn't perfect.

Well, in rehab, there are some real fucked-up motherfuckers.

I love you, I hate you. You the best. Go fuck yourself.

This whole town is so fucking boring. I don't care.

'Cause this doesn't feel good.

McKay: Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state...

I don't want to make a big to-do,

The painter from pbs?

Yo, ain't that your homegirl right there?

Uh, and then...

♪ a bang, bang, bang at the back door ♪

Couldn't, like, place it.