Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna go to jail. I'm gonna get raped. It'll make me hate being gay.

Yeah, well, that was the past.

There are sheets in the hall closet.

She's family. She lives by the beach. That's the plan.

Thank goodness you have a place to sleep for the night.

Doug Wilson, I'm Agent Shlatter with the DEA.

So you do poop yourself?

I got a picture here of you with Sasquatch.

Stuff, Shane. All replaceable.

- I'm nobody's bitch anymore. - We take you off the sales floor.

- So, what'd he do? - Why do you assume it's me?

- No one could ever prove that. - What's she like?

Man, I'm two years from retirement myself.

Well, did you get that box of loose pictures from the garage?

And now he's moved on to His Dark Materials...

She's not sleeping. She's somewhere far, far away.

And excuse me, who the hell are you, bursting in here like this...

I could use you.

...but then he'd remind himself that he was angry at everyone...

- You're an asshole. - Fine, I'll eat it.

Let's just go, huh? We can stay at a motel.

I'll have someone bring you a pop and a sweater.

You sleeping? If you're sleeping, I'm gonna go through your purse, Bubbie.

- You wanna play poker tomorrow? - No.

Dad had custody in the summer...

Used to do it all the time when we were kids.

- Bullshit. - You hadn't been dating that long.

Houses built before 1997.

No, I think she hates you too.

- This is totally creepy. - Jesus, time is cruel.

I'm gonna look at your driver's license, find out your real age.