Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Make a hell of a shrimp paste.
But that's not fair.
Number one, you have a crummy sales staff.
We're not?
Well, I'm sure you tried to... We must have crossed paths.
You buying or not?
What about my money?
How about a boot?
Oh, please, Jerry.
Here's your first customer.
You don't need her and her highfalutin party.
Hey, Jerry.
Sell me some shoes.
Hey, Melissa.
Go tell her we're closed.
I don't want to work for the man.
My father hired this new techno trip rave DJ and some professional hip hop dancers.
We're all going to have to make you make sacrifices.
OK.
No, I want money.
I'm going to a real friend's house.