Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come with me, Fiona.

So there's still time.

Lip asked to borrow one to run some errands or something, and he asked me...

Where'd you get the car?

- I remember you from the neighborhood. - I like you, Fiona. You're dirty.

I think we should just be friends.

The one you wrecked trying to kill your dad.

Me? I got it in spades. Ah.

How much time will you get if you turn yourself in?

All right. Uh, it's Gallagher.

All right. You two sick fucks are cut off.

I've got a job offer, you know? I could start bringing in some steady cash.

What were you, the puck? Hey, where's my Cayenne?

Then they're doing time.

Yeah. Don't worry about it.

So just be a kid, okay?

You want me to take Debbie? She could sleep at our house tonight.

Set them up, Mr. Barkeep.

Karen, sweetie, do you wanna have some breakfast?

Season tickets?

- I helped with breakfast. - You pulled out a cereal bowl. Go.

What about a lawyer?

I left you a couple messages, but you, uh, didn't call me back, so...

And this is your first felony bust?

- You motherfucker. - Go!

Check out this idiot.

...in a debauched culture.

Just for the year.

You deserve a life of your own.

Jesus, this Fiona better be the best pussy you've ever had.

I told you to leave town.

Those over-sexed kids on Glee?

Lip's not here, okay? I'm asking you.