Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've seen my stunts. I can kick. I can punch.

Ruth, are you okay?

This isn't normal behavior for me. [sighs]

♪ Mighty real ♪

♪ Got to shake it up now ♪

It has to be something.

♪ I feel the beat call your name ♪

Can't I apply... for a pardon?

All right, go ahead.

- Yeah. - [Sam] Okay, good.

You read the man's part on purpose, didn't you?

If you ever accost me in the bathroom again...

[sniffles, clears throat]

♪ Shooting at the walls of heartache Bang, bang ♪

This is not a movie.

Husband-fucker!

♪ If we can't go on To survive the tide ♪

You see that name on my door?

How long must this... go on?

You want me to take him for you?

[stammers] Get your own... Stop! No!

My dad's Goliath Jackson.

It's the better part.

"I'm Coming For You, Hep Cat."

Train. Say your prayers. Eat your vitamins.

And then they put me in the year-long coma.

♪ I still love you, girl ♪

So, what are you, like a...

[sighs] Let's not... Don't... Please, can we not use those words?

[Sam] You heard him.

Or 'cause I don't like your face, or your ass.

I think we both took advantage of that.

She'll feed him Funyuns and Fresca and government conspiracies.