Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and I've been doing it much longer than you have,

Check your phone. Shit!

You mean you boned, but slower?

Since you cornered him,

Shit. Shit. Shit.

-Okay, dude. -[Jennings chuckles]

My bail bondsman. My bail bondswoman...

Vehicular-ly inclined.

-He beat up that poor woman. -We should have known.

But not like inside me,

But, what if 2,500 doesn't cover it?

-Sorry. -In your vagina?

I hate her dumb bitch face but... yeah.

-I am not Vin Diesel. -[gunfire]

Owen's, like, spooky hot.

if the prostitute is super into it?

No, I will not sing.

John Stevens, dude.

All right, I'll come.

-Tell him you'll go on a date with him. -[groans]

-No, ma'am. -Maybe.

Yeah, Bowser, so you must of... had some misinformation.

-Oh. Hey, babe. -Hey.

Misinformation.

Oh, you do not interrupt me when I'm talking to you--!

He beat up a prostitute.

Count it, Sterling. [clears throat]

Okay, but we do need to move on.

You don't have to sign who it's from.

I know, shocker. The slutty twin actually having feelings for somebody,

to cheat on your wife with a prostitute and then beat her up?

How the hell are we gonna find out where he went?

And put that hair in a bun or somethin'. Fix it up.

Dear Lord, please take away

her star Fellowship leader was spreading her legs for Luke Creswell

-Okay. -See ya. Uh, I go-- I got golf.

♪ My whole existence is flawed ♪

Be a lying slut.

[man] And if you can't handle that,

Oh, nice move, goalie.

I want to say, Jessica?

[handcuffs clicking]

It's so baller.

we're just gonna go ahead and--

[clears throat] Yeah. Yeah, here and there. Yeah, sometimes--

You know something? You're right.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

Gotta get this... [mumbling]

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.