Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and, wow. - Not that blue stuff.
when you know enough spanish to get access to local restaurants
What is going on with you lately?
- Well... - Actually...
We can always pay their bills.
- Let's do it. Life's too short, I say. - Hells yeah, bitches.
One where the dudes who are actually doing all the work ain't getting fisted.
- I'm sorry. Come on in, Ted. - Thanks. Okay.
It was like he wasn't exactly saying it sucked.
Do that one again, would you?
Very nice.
Jesus, seriously.
I'm not worthy to meet him, but everybody's scared of the dude.
- I put some fresh sheets on the bed. - I wanna be there in case he wakes up.
A million and a half each.
Ninety-six million dollars.
- No. - When does he start physical therapy?
So this is good news, right?
He did not fake that, Marie.
What? Damn right, you did.
Like what?
- Yeah. - Look at these, Hank.
Thank you.
...brought to you by a savvy investment in a thriving business.
My project for his class...
...somebody called my cell and told me to expect it.
Look around, kiddo. It's all yours.
But since the genius can't be bothered, today's your lucky day.
Marie, this is Ted, my boss.
Oh, and this is chrysanthemum. That looks like chrysanthemum.
Still kind of dry out there. It'll sell on the street.
- I'm a drug dealer. - Wrong.
...yet felt all the richer for it.
...not a silent assassination.