Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Flashing the lights... so the dealer knows what's goin' down.
My woman is sick. Please?
- But it wasn't for me. - Then who was it for?
Oh she thinks I‘m too critical. That‘s another fault of hers.
Maybe it was the other George Michael You know, the singer-songwriter?
I can't help you, Mom. I've got a job.
Is that true? Why didn't you tell me this?
- Hey, Buster. - Hey, Brother.
Well, actually, it wasn't so wonderful. She can be kinda nasty.
YEAH, SHE'S DOWN AGAIN.
Oh, my God! My arm!
A kid without discipline can get into some pretty tough stuff.
Hey, Gob. It's Michael. I figured out a way for you to repay that favor.
- Uncle Gob? - When he saw the yacht was empty...
Oh, um, I got you something.
if he can remember them.
taught him an elaborate lesson.
And Meg is fine? Yeah, that makes sense
I'm not s-ing around my old lady is on the floor!
He's been stressed, his eyes have been red, his grades are dropping.
- What? - It-It's for my girlfriend. She's sick.
So... we have a deal...
It's not for me. It's for Lucille 2, my girlfriend.
Okay.
Are you serious?
Let's deal some drugs.
I love you too much to see you ruin your life with that crap.
I AM NOT S-ING AROUND
And that's why you don't choose fishing over disc golf with your cousins.
- Did you even study? - No, I didn't.
That doesn't sound like the boy.