Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's just...
Partial? That's a mistake. I'm a full-scholarship student.
Stick! Stick!
Oh, God, what have you been drinking?
It's my world.
- Watch out. - Watch it. Watch it.
- You're welcome. - God.
You be like:
- One of the best. - A big-time track star, huh?
We behind enemy lines dog!
But I'll tell you this. There's nobody on this campus who parties like we do!
Man, I don't know, you know?
Oh, my dear Mr. Williams.
Is that right?
You listen, you get it together and you do something f or your own people.
Come on, guys, pick it up!
Bye.
Secondly, you know, I ain't no faggot.
Fool, all you is, all you ever gonna be, is a runner. Like a horse.
Oh, man.
Shut up. Well, here we are.
Right?
Billy, no! Stop it! Get a condom!
Yeah, looking sweet.
- One second. - No. Get a condom.
Why?
All of them white.
These type of problems can be worked out.
Which one?
Kris, what the...? Wait!
...very few people exercise them.
Please watch your language.
Run nigga run
- You want to speak to Kristen. - No. No.
- Don't put too much lipstick on. - Why not?
They moved me in with a psycho dickhead.
- Hey. - And this is Nicole, okay?
Yeah, man, I understand.
No, I'm not. Neither are you. That's the problem.
What are you doing? No!
- What dorm you staying in? - Why you wanna know where I live?
My dad got laid off from McDonnell Douglas last year.
I gotta run and study, man.
- I don't know. - Right.
Why are y'all so quiet?
If you don't have the information, one cannot seize power.
- Is that near Compton? - No.
RUN NIGGA RUN
You're here to study, not to party. Head home and hit those books.
What are you doing? Let's go get some fucking candy!
Y'all better recognize, I'm telling you.
Hey, yo, what kind of munchies y'all got?
I didn't come here to learn that...
We're roommates, huh?
Come on, man, listen. I'm sorry.
So, where are you from?
- Take care. - You too.
- Yeah. Partial scholarship. - You don't run, you don't get tuition.
Why you always gotta take stuff so far?
Don't I know you? Everybody else, come out with the I.D.'s.
I'm a man! You're nothing!
- To steal the information. All of it. - Yeah, but whose information is it?
- I got good eyes. - What book you reading?
Go.
No means no! No means no! No means no!
Recognize. Take a look around you.
That's pure Aryan blood you're talking to.
We gotta stick together, black men!
You got that? Do I make myself clear?
- Fucking idiots. - Fuck all those niggers, man!
We gonna pound their motherfucking ass...
Oh, Christ Jesus.
Hey.
- Sellout. - Mr. Williams.
...and you have to always use transitional phrases.
Who?
But the lesson taught here today...
You have yet to learn the rules of this game.
- I know what that was. Come on. - It was probably a car.