Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You deserve a life of your own.

Karen, sweetie, do you wanna have some breakfast?

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

- You motherfucker. - Go!

So there's still time.

And this is your first felony bust?

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

Yeah. Don't worry about it.

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

Me? I got it in spades. Ah.

All right. You two sick fucks are cut off.

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

I told you to leave town.

...in a debauched culture.

What about a lawyer?

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

Then they're doing time.

Set them up, Mr. Barkeep.

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

Come with me, Fiona.

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

The one you wrecked trying to kill your dad.

Just for the year.

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

So just be a kid, okay?

Those over-sexed kids on Glee?

Where'd you get the car?

Check out this idiot.

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

All right. Uh, it's Gallagher.

I think we should just be friends.

Season tickets?

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