Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Here we go. Let's do it. - Let's roll.
Sorry, Rex.
- Nice! Woo-hoo! - Damn it.
No, no, just dip your dick into the toilet.
- You know what, then? Get the fuck on. - That's what I said. Get the fuck on.
- I think you might have, sir. - You sure?
Butt, face, puss
- Everybody out. - Son of a bitch.
We'll do it tomorrow. As long as we don't call, he'll never find it.
He just has to look good from a distance.
- Thanks for coming on. This will be fun. - Yeah.
- Here comes the heavy. - I smell dog shit.
- Guys. - No, no, no.
- He's really likable. - The guy's a winner.
Shit. Kurt. Kurt, your phone.
It's nice to be around a winner.
- Call them and cancel. - They'll send you a new one overnight.
Yeah, you clearly have. That's four of those.
...your empty, shriveled sacs to your own pitiful offspring.
I'm in. Let's do it.
This is the wrong way. Turn around. Stop the car.
- Is it bad? - Is it bad?
- That's what I'd do too. - Yeah?
Fucking foreigners
Wait, guys. Okay. Now what, though? What are we doing? What do we do now?
Shit. He's right there. Then get the can out of here.
- And we have a really big order, Nick. - Damn straight. Come on, Nick.
They're sounding pretty cool, so let's try to land on a couple.
Police lose the signal from the wire.
I say we chop off a toe, mail it to him and double the ransom.
You look fantastic. You know, I've been sending you a lot of unanswered texts.
- Come on, man, come on. - Fuck their skulls!
...when I can inherit all of them and you guys can take the fall?
Find My iPhone.
Yeah. And no hard feelings. Honestly, we really appreciate the offer.
Dad!
Prepaid with bitcoins.
Oh, shit.
Sir, we finished your order and it is ready to be shipped.
- Respect the kids. - Don't piss him off.
You wanna pull this shit off?
Oh, no, absolutely.
- Take a look at this. Tell me what you see. KIM: Uh...
Uh, we should come up with one for him.
Why are you barking at people? He's saying please, you're just barking.
- Oh, boy. - Am I getting warm?
I get that. But maybe it's not just about the money.
Happened a long time ago.
No, that's a '93 Civic and she's carrying dry cleaning.
Yeah, I know. This could be an issue, though.
Yeah. Legally I think I'll change the sign.
And today we have three modern-day...
- What? Damn it. - Yeah, you lost your cat stuff.
Grab it!
- It's dark. Don't think anybody's here. - Don't hit it again.
- I'll put the seat up. - Yeah, put the seat up...
Guys. Guys, how's this anything but great news?
...guy who fucked my wife.
- How about St. Nick? - You've said my name four fucking times.
Oh, yo, yo, yo. I ain't down with no kid-fuckers.
...but I'm afraid that this deal only happens one way.
Move.
- There's some pay phones at the park here. - Okay.
It me, Kim Song.
You do.
We did it. There's a pretty bag.
Oh, boy. Nice house.
We dropped it like a million times. I think we broke it. No, see?
- Yeah. - No, no, no. This one's all mine.
Can I have one minute? Just love to talk to my partners.
Listen, bucko. You don't wanna make enemies out of us, okay?
Should we send in an unmarked?
So how about I ruin that pussy? That sound good?
He killed his father.
You know, they're keeping the neighborhood safe. They're heroes.
Just... Yeah. I don't wanna upset this guy.
Let's go. All right.
Nick, Kurt, Dale.
- I'm not busted. - Drive.
I was really clear my life was in danger.
How about if we just put our heads together? We brainstorm a little.
I mean, I don't know if it's about should, but...
Boys, we are doing this. The adventure begins. Who's fired up?
- You know, fifty-fifty chance he was here. - Yeah.
See you next week.
- Choo-choo! - Choo-choo, baby!
Hey, fellas, thanks for coming.
It was a wonderful idea. Didn't work out.
- I got some chocolate on you there. - It doesn't matter.
How we doing in there, guys?
And I will let you know if I see Swiper.
Yeah!
I just like to hear you say it.
Okay. First we tie up Rex in one of those abandoned warehouses off 3rd.
I fell asleep at the office, and...
- It's cash. - Thanks, babe.
No, fuck that, man.
Hang on a second. Hey, freeze.
Coma boner? What?
He's at the top of his game. We need to figure out...
- Huh? No, no, no, it's on. - No, it's off.
Stay with us.
You slip the mickey in the beverage. Knock him out nice and easy.
Let's check our fancy new camera system.
- Hang on. What was a Sharpie doing there? - You put it there.
Congrats. I'm so proud of you for coming out.
Wait, wait.
Yeah.
It doesn't reach. - What?
I eat it three times a week. I love Pinkberry.
- Did you park the Prius in the back alley? - I sure did.
You got a real lip on you. I will shoot you in the chest.
- What's happening? - I don't know.
It's up to you, buddy.
I'm not really, ugh, good at this kind of thing, you know? Um...
Uh, whatever's there. We're in a rush. Thanks.
Following us is already a part of their plan.
Yes, the little water droplets all over the bottom of my sink.
If you want the truth, I'm your fucking guy, all right? This is bad news.
Even if you had the money to fight him in the courts...
I pick up your dry cleaning.
It's like a weight lifted off your... What is it, shoulders?
Come on. Let's go.
- We can't. - Six hundred?
She got old, the titties stayed young.
Are you serious? - Yeah.
Cogs are good.
No, the water will set it.
- Cops. Cops. - Shit.
You honestly think hard work creates wealth?
- ...and just dip your butt in the bowl. - Oh, my God.
...without at least a guarantee of 35 percent down...
Yeah, that's what I thought.
- It's a better name too. - It is.
- He was betting against us. - You motherfucker.
No, you don't need to hit yourself anymore. I think we should just make the call.
- Okay. - What's the plan?
Why would mom get to pick it?!
Did we get in trouble with the police, or...?
- How did you find me? - Been there a while?
...jack fucking shit.
I got a lot of holes going in.
We save the business.
Yes. Make it rain. Yes. Work it, work it.
We won't pick up the phone if anyone calls.
And if you're on the 405 freeway, you're probably already late for work.
Legal standpoint.