Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- The jailbird? - Yeah. One of them.

- Where'd you get the car? - From Steve.

- Good job. Good job. - Hey. Where is everyone?

Knights taking up arms against our animalistic impulses...

I hope everybody is good and hungry.

I get convicted, I can't enlist.

Yeah. Every day, a few more steps.

They might charge him as an adult. He's had scrapes with the cops.

They were driving a car that I stole.

For those of you who were solving world peace or doing brain surgery...

Rot-gut, cheapest stuff you got in the house.

- Would you do that, Frank? Teach her? - Yeah.

Would you do that, Frank?

- Gallagher? And has bail been set yet? - Turk, take 12-36, man.

What, because the sex is shit? Heh.

Look at me. I can't go to jail. I might as well wear heels.

Chopped up some leftover chuck for Bolognese ragu.

What do you got there, V? What's in here?

- Yeah... All right, I got a job. - Not interested.

- Huh? - Punishment. Ground them for a year?

Answering phones at some office in Cermak or sambaing in Rio?

- If they didn't steal it... - They didn't!

- Frank Gallagher! - He's not here.

That was, like, middle-of-sex, you know, love you.

Hold your horses, I'm coming.

But we can't hold it against her. She's young and carefree.

You know, normal things between a man and his girlfriend's daughter.

Give me the ticket. Shit, I'll go.

If you need help with your homework or you need me to teach you how to drive...

If your grandmother was here, she'd say it too.

My brother Bennie's girl?

Flesh and underage temptation.

...decided to go on a little late-night White Castle run?