Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Do you really? - Yeah.

You are all a product of generations of ball-less men...

I do not need that sass-mouth. What I need

Jesus fucking Christ.

You're Jane Fonda.

Let's use our phones. They make a record of everything that we say and do.

Cheaper than I could have gotten them from the Chinese.

...it's another brutal Monday out there traffic-wise.

I'm about to call the cops when I think, Hold up a sec.

[train whistling]

Drop your fucking guns.

- Southern, not old prospector. - I thought that was pretty good.

And one day, you will pass on...

They told me if you call the police, they'd kill me.

- Great, Dale. - Let's roll.

You need a ride?

Most things are.

I gotta get that phone back. So many dick pics.

- Do I look tired to you? - You don't. No.

And then what did you say?

His dad sold him out for... It was probably nothing to him.

That's the whole idea.

Oh, my God. Do you know what this looks like?

I mean, she's so free. She's so eloquent with her body.

We're not in the fucking past. We're in the goddamn present. And you guys...

Dude, I'm trying. My dad is being a total dick about the money.

Do you see this? This is Jimi Hendrix's actual guitar.

It's been touch-and-go, but you're gonna be fine.

I was wrong. That idea sucks, the movie sucks and so do you.

- That's ridiculous. - Right?

Oh, shit. Cops.

Oh. Please, it's the least I can do to make amends for my bad behavior.

That's a good point.

- Get on the ground. - We're getting down.

- That was a sinister giggle. - You said it with a sinister giggle.

- I'm not sick. Please. Can I just...? - Do not follow me. Do not follow me.

- Let them play another ten minutes, maybe. - I say we let them play through lunch.

Oh, boy. If this is safe in here, I'd love to shake this out and share it.

Found this gentleman loitering out in your hall.

- You guys are so noisy. Let's go. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

For real? - Swear to God.

We can't get our fingers out of our asses. Fuck that.

- I see every letter. - He does have Klan eyes.

I don't want you to thank me. Just go home and enjoy your family.

- Mr. Rex. - Oh, shit.

- Sorry. - Yeah. I can respect that.

- Oh, shit, sorry. - Shh! It's okay.

- You're in charge of marker distribution. - I know I'm the marker guy.

- No, no, no. You're face. - I'm puss.

No one has to die.

Go, go. Car. Car.

- No, he's wrong. It is official. - I wanted the Shower Daddy.

...instead of complaining about our jobs.

Cannot believe we never said it out loud before.

I could pump it manually.

- Cancel what? - Cancel the order.

All right, tactical command, red team.

Look at that little chubby face.

I guess we follow your idea and we get out of here.

Don't worry, guys- I'll take it from here.

How's it going?

- Nick shot that down, if you remember. - Yeah. It wasn't a good idea.

- We did it. We're at 100,000. - We did it?

Hi, Blanston. - Hi.

Bride Again Magazine?

- How'd you do? - I did great.

Why take a few of his millions...

I gotta get going. Gotta wait to be saved at the warehouse by the cops. See you.

fucking mcdonalds

You understand? You got 24 hours before he dead.

You saying nothing can be done?

You're the Shower Buddy guys?

- What? He's right outside. - Shh.

- Hey, we're boxed in here. - Not for long.

Bert's car goes underground, right?

Help me help you get revenge on my asshole dad...

They're pretty good.

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...the drop might go south, and that guy would kill y'all.

What the fuck is that? What did we do? We kidnap him while we're high on nitrous?

t was a good ride

No, of course not. Oh, my gosh. I'm sure it was just his first reaction.

You're what's wrong with America. Everyone just wants a handout.

That was so much fun.

If we bring that down to $300, you've got...

- Come on. - Come on.

I can't believe she's fucking doing that. - She's not going in deep enough.

You had a lot of bad ideas though that led to good ideas. And THATis value.

Anyway, as an added bonus, I will also own your patent...

I'm just saying that maybe you guys might want a little advice.

- Don't get him going on this. - What do I collect?

Tight little spandex offering a clear little

Mr. Hanson is my father. It's Rex.

Okay, good. Go get the doctor because I'm feeling a little...

Y'all criminals.

- Plan B's got a credit card in it? - Come on.

You need them to get inside, so we don't leave fingerprints.

- Exactly, yeah. That's it. - That's what we're hoping.

- Here we go. Okay. All right. Ahem. - Right, okay.

- We open up their brains and shove them... - Then we fuck the skulls!

I thought there was supposed to be some sweet-ass...

I'm sorry. This is so fucking embarrassing.

...where the kidnappers weren't dead or incarcerated at the end.

You can't have this one. It's the prototype. But we're looking for partners.

Step inside. Dreams do come true.

Holy shit. He's Fight Clubbing himself. We got a Fight Clubber.

Come on. Hurry it up. Hurry it up. Come on.

- Nope. We did not. - We did not.

But, I don't know, I think running your own company into the ground...

Dale, uh, had just gotten back from one of those self-service car washes...

I've come around to the whole fence thing.

- There he is. - Okay. Shh.

And I admire the way he bent you three idiots

You drop your guns or I'll blow his fucking head off. You hear me? Move.

Why were you born? Why were the three of you born?

Are we happy with these numbers?

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- So it's not super douchey and shit. - It's not all molesty and shit.

Where do we get untraceable phones?

The gas. Is this the gas?

Come on. Let's not argue, okay? We came up with an awesome plan.

I'm sure that we can accommodate you, Mr. Jones.

...is the only one that ever resisted her.

Me sucking dickni ger

- Five million. - Five. Right.

Lots and lots of coma boners.

- Let's do it. Let's do it in the shower. - Attaboy.

- Oh, boy. - Man, I feel terrible for that guy.

- You like fucking samurais? - Samurais? Sure.

- And maybe he could jump in for me... - Absolutely.

...guy who saved my life...

Okay, I'm just gonna wash my hands.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

Fuck you! I love Sandra Bullock! I'm running hot.

- God! - Rex? Rex? Where are you?

...and string him up by his pretty little neck...