Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I know, I just thought, you know... - Bert Hanson.
You got it. Take your time. I'll be over here.
Hang on. Three million dollars? We'll take that.
Says he knows he's in trouble.
Yeah.
You fucking bitch.
- New Beanie Babies, makes no sense. - Battlestar Galactica.
You fuckers have some low-hanging balls. I mean it. I'm impressed.
- Do you have the keys? - Here you go.
You're gonna see a big old bag there. Fill it up.
Oh, shit. It's a cult. It's a fucking cult.
- Oh, we're busted. - Busted? Oh, my God.
...the police will lose the signal from his wire.
...you're all fucking morons.
Uh, let's think it over. Of course.
Don't worry. We're gonna get you fixed up.
Shut the fuck up.
This is the goddamn drop.
So long as nothing is done in a cheap or degrading way.
That's a good point. That's true. I could use money.
Yeah.
Anyway, so, what's even going on?
Oh, my God. I forgot to call her. Uh, hi, honey.
We got arrested for a long list of felonies.
- Don't make me use this six-shooter. - Man's got a shooter.
- The cell phone. Give me the cell phone. - Throw the phone to him.
- Where have you been all night? - Here's what happened.
So you wanna use the ransom... What is it?
We were all working at pretty terrible jobs for some awful bosses.
So just as the cops are starting to sweat...
- No, no. - Murder! Yes.
Fuck you Roz No one likes you anyway!
- The American dream and hard work. - All bullshit?
Hmm. Well, uh, first time on the slopes, so I'm gonna stay off the black diamond.
That movie introduced us to Sandy Bullock.
Come on, Dale, this pussy isn't gonna eat itself.
Should I be on the phone if I'm taking notes?
- Well, again, uh... - No résumé at all.
Doesn't matter what you do, girl
- Us? All of us? - No.
We can only hope.
I tried to tell them to stop, and they started crying.
Hey. Hey, that's my phone. He has my phone.
Didn't wanna just use our phones?
We need to talk to somebody legitimate.
- I overreacted. It's not even sharp. - Adrenaline.
- You don't look tired. - I'm fine.
Guys, that was great.
So did she. Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Super touchy-feely lately. - I can't process this. This is too much.
You're Always Fighting. I Love It.
Stockholm Syndrome's when you bond with your captors.
Who's having fun, huh?
Thank you.
Look what came. Who wants some tequila?
- So, uh, thank you, but adios. - Yeah. Heh.
We're gonna go in, tell him cops were never part of this plan...
Hopefully he's hearing a voice like that when he reads.
Better?
It's true, Dale. Coma boners.
This is way better.
Did you see the free cookies?
- Oh, my God. - Wait, hold...
Bye-bye.
Not long enough to trace the call.
There's plenty that could be done, but you won't do it.
So that's the heart.
You gotta stick with it.
the main thing is that you said it...
- Options are... - Legal options.
Okay, I got it. - Wow.
- He knows. - He knows. He knows.
- Back to being cogs in the machine. - Cogs. Cogs, dude.
- Nice to see you. - Classy handshake.
- Who? - Motherfucker Jones.
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- Ha, ha. - What the fuck is the chuckles about?
What's up? I'm off the hook? No more white-whale business? Or any of that?
Oh, my God.
We had a business disagreement.
In minutes, the police will be down here and
Fuck out of here, Jane Fonda.
Don't say my name, Kurt.
Doctors are gonna let you out.
However the fuck you spell it. You know what
- How do you...? - Voodoo. Voodoo?
- Is he telling a joke? - Is something funny?
we’ve got a video of marcos eating a mans ass
There's police everywhere. We're not gonna get away.
- That's interesting. - You have keys to the office?
Come on. It's just material things. Can't take it with you.
Y'all gotta change that name.
Oh, Dad, that is a hell of a fucking play.
...with a gun you stole from my room when you abducted me.
He found it.
- No. It's very early. - No for us. Sorry.
Hanson.
It's not a spy store. It's a convenience store.
Come on, this guy's a master business prick.
I'm gonna find Dr. Mike, tell him you're talking.
- Sounded like he said cancel the order. - What?
At one point of the night, you'd better make sure that, that one is in this one.
Is vagina with a G or a J?
- No accents. That's ridiculous. - That's a great idea, Kurty.
Fucking McDonald's.
Unless Dale plows me.
- Not now. - He said, Dale, start the gas.
All right, we're on our way to you. Chickens have left the pot. My God, my God.
I know. Are you kidding me? Poor, poor guy.
- Don't... - Goddamn it.
Ooh.
Okay, yes.
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We wait for him to go to bed. Dale starts the gas. I've got the ransom note.
...I can provide you something that's very meaningful, long-lasting.
I mean also, not the sequel.
Look how blue his eyes get when he's crying.
...the drop might go south, and that guy would kill y'all. by a monster
- I feel like you did. - I'm sure I did.
Keep your toes. Time to call it off.
Please don't talk like that. Come on, let's go.
Every time you guys come here, you're like, We're a bunch of happy-go-lucky guys.
Shit.
We're looking at all 100s.
You have 24 hours.
Dude. Oh, my God.
Are you gonna leave this mess in the bottom of my sink?
Well, I got a little lost with all their yammering, but pretty sure.
Y’all gotta change that name
and sees us, we're in prison right now.
- The deal. Gotta take it. - We should take it.
- Was the dick on top of my head? - Makes no sense.
Wait, hold on. Oh, hey. steam Train.
You've been drifting in and out. Nice to hear you talking.
These guys are confident.
Oh, boy. That song. I can't hear that now. Just put it on vibrate.
Knock down the old gray wall
Really?
They basically look like potatoes with arms.
What's up?
- You don't have the balls. - Yeah, he does. He got big old balls.
Okay.
Yeah. I know I dragged you guys into this, but I'm not sorry.
Why are we even doing this T
...and the shit ends now. Let's do it.