Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Steve, Lip and Ian have just been arrested driving a stolen car.
All right. Come back tonight. I'll give you the 10 grand.
But there's only 3 grand in here.
Second place sucks, huh?
...under an umbrella on a white-sand beach?
Okay, no, listen. I promise. I promise I don't love you.
Liam's 2. Sixteen more years till he's out of the house.
You steal a car, and I'll smother you in your sleep.
You're still a kid.
Why?
It's really, like, you fill out forms...
What about Dickie Day? He helped Marty with that arson thing.
Come with me, Fiona.
Steve?
Hey, you okay?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - That is awesome.
What?
Really.
- Hey. - Hey.
Come with me.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
I think I was kinda falling in love with her
Karen, I don't love you.
"Lip"
I saw you from the window.
That by day three or four, Carl will be saying, Fiona who? when you call?
- Lip. Jesus. What...? - You fucked her?
Steve!
What do you think now, Daddy? Am I still a whore?
Maybe a Vulva. I heard those are real safe.
Oh, no, no. No, you go right ahead, sweetie.
Are Lip and Ian home?
- Beeler called. Said you never showed. - It should have been there by now.
Are you cold?