Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- When I did... - You whore!
Get out of here.
Phillip Gallagher.
Someone's gotta pop this little pussy's cherry.
- Silverware, plates, now. - I brought some Chianti.
No way Lip would steal a car, he's too smart, and Ian doesn't even drive.
She is kind of a slut.
You bring the Old Style, I'll bring the kielbasa?
You must struggle with temptation, Kevin.
The humiliation and rejection.
They get off, I promise I'll kick their asses...
- I would have given it to you. - No, I couldn't take advantage.
Karen?
Hello.
Jail? Why didn't you call me?
Was it from Steve?
Bring me the 450s. I'll give you 10 next week.
Here. Here.
I don't care how long it takes, I don't care how much he begs...
I think I might have just found a way to move out of my mom's basement.
You want that job, come by tomorrow. I'll be in the office all day.
Afraid if you ever do something even remotely selfish...
What the hell was that?
They wouldn't have been in that car if they knew it was stolen.
Don't make this harder than it has to be.
She's so sweet that way.
- Mm. Perfect. - Good? All right. Do you wanna try it?
Eddie. You know you're not welcome here.
And then come back first thing in the morning.
I know.
Marty got six years.
Preseason and playoffs.
Hiya, V.
Fucking fathers, huh?
I don't know why I didn't.
You don't see her, don't call, don't write. Disappear.
Anybody got a spare pair of shoes I could borrow?
You should go, Fiona.
Costa Rica. It's beautiful. I have friends there.
Because they're innocent.