Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

God, I'm still absolutely starving.

Mr. Stevens was just protecting his fuckboy partner.

Oily, huh? Yeah.

Y'all are too dang sweet.

But yeah, she did and I'm really proud of her.

-Just super chill. -Chill.

Chloe, baby. How's my girl?

All right, no need to get carried away, girls.

in quiet worship and, of course, doing acts of service.

But I don't give big cuts to folks

[engine starts]

Not any more wrong than it was wrong

I can't split my rewards on folks I can nab on my own, see?

-Good, neither am I. -Good.

That was amazing.

-I gotta go to Gym. -[Blair moans]

And I really, really love you...

[Sterling] That must be him.

But, I don't see a Women's Parlour here.

Are you two crazy?

Thank you, April.

Had sex with your long-term boyfriend?

to get that fixed? Roughly?

I suppose I could, uh, see your potential

If you repent, then you're forgiven in the eyes of the Lord, so...

Yeah, Monday. Lovely office.

Besides Luke and Jennings?

-[boy] Give me that thumb. Give it to me. -[girl] Take it.

[tires screech]

-for three thou-- -Five.

Find me John Stevens.

Focus! And yes.

and yeah, I just feel Christ inside me.

Thank you so much.

[whispering] Focus! I think it's this.

My virginity is a gift that I want to give to my future wife,

Yeah, we just decided.

You believe in Jesus, don't you?

She's gonna tell the whole fricking school.

and Tawny Kitaen in the back, cooking me up some pancakes.

Having a meeting tonight at The Men's Parlor at 6:00.

[woman] Well, what are you waiting for? Go.

I ran your plates, kid.

I'll kick you 20 percent of the 5K.

Who are you, anyway?

You're the teenage daughters of Anderson and Deborah Wesley

Sale math. Look, Sterling, I know you think this is sketchy or whatever,

Don't give it to that bitch-ass, Terrance.

Oh, this is you playing hardball?

♪ This is what a Women's Parlour looks like! ♪

-Yeah, not so cool. -You little cunts.

Christ for the win!

♪ Wiser than the world's ♪

-Yeah, it is. -[kissing loudly]

I used to be a Remington 870 kind of girl,

or you could have personal whitey escorts

and can't secure a license to bounty hunt,

[scoffs] He's not here. It's past six o'clock--

Just would have been nice if it ended