Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I told you to talk to her. Didn't want you to send her to the glue factory.
You goin' to college? What do you wanna do?
What do you guys want for breakfast?
Why don't you call Siam Mania and order in lunch for us.
Yayandell House?, we got yo bomb ass entertainment center Aw yeah cuz, a bomb ass entertainment center
My life is great indeed. Hayatım harika gerçekten.
- You go have a lovely time. - Thank you.
It's all legit.
Who's the bozo?
I know goddamn motherfukkin well you ain't taking this country ass motherfukkin Pontiac We drive 6-4 Impalas, 85 Cutlasses, 81 Monte Carlo's, 85 Regals and Cadillacs around here
- It cracked Mr. Egg when you left. - Really?
This is my husband, Howard. I love your house. Oh, wow.
- That's cool. - Yeah, but I'm not so sure.
No prizes.
Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof Whatcha guys want from me, this house isn't a crock or a cesspool
We don't need a warden.
Wow. Working with Rose must be so neat.
How are the cost estimates for the superintendent? He needs them today.
G.A.W.'s history.
I knew she was a phony. I did not think she was a thief.
What was he doing listening to loud ass Mystikal and that paranoid idiot Mac? Birch watch yo fukkin mouth, Mystikal and Mac are the coldest lyrics outta New Orleans, don't even hate woman
What was he doing listening to Down South Hustlers - Bouncin' & Swingin'? Bitch, that's a fire ass compilation album, don't be dissing the Down South Hustlers or the West Coast Bad Boyz, they're the dopest ass crews around
Chat is dead, ma .
Hello? Yes, this is Mrs. Crandel.
Close that big ass motherfukkin Crocodile, T Rex mouth of yours, and open those big ass motherfukkin Platypus, Beaver eyes of yours now god damn figure this fukkin plan out, before I slap that cow skin, milky silky face of yours you Christina Applegate lookin motherfukka
You can cash personal checks for our employees.
I gotta get out of here.
- I need you! - Gourmet munchies, man.
Maybe ifyou'd called and told me you were going to be four hours late...
Bravo. You really know how to delegate responsibility.
stories of our first time.
- What? - Mom's home.
you know...
Happy Birthday Olivia!
The food that I bought yesterday is already gone.
- Why don't we start with the symphony? - I'm not starting anything with you.
Come help!
I'm an embezzler. They're going to throw me in prison.
Bye, sweetheart. Be good.
Mama Celeste face up, I go to work.
I used to say 'Do you mind, if we spend a little time?' And you told me 'No Rob, 'No Way, 'No How, 'Not Today
Besides, she needs the growing experience a lot more than I do.
And then you're old or older.
This is not true!
Oh, right.
The Subwoofer fell on me while i was getting wild to Mystikal's Unpredictable and Mac's Shell Shocked
Out of my way!
Swell! You're in big trouble, young lady.
At least I have enough to cover what we spent from petty cash.
Hey! I was watching that!
bitch you know I got you livin plush in the cut, And every time I wanna dick ya out You tell me don't rush Money stashin, you got me sneakin, And we all alone in the zone, I be tweakin
The vote on the unifor.m issue has been pushed up. I need those estimates today.
We'll finally prove ourselves to New York.
- Bye, Mom. - Yeah.
You're never gonna get to the beach.
Just forget it, okay? I'm sorry I cared.
- what is your problem? - Yeah.
- Lunch? - I'd love to.
- How are you doing? - Hollywood Squar.es are on.
He had a little accident, but everything is taken care of.
You little maggots, line up! Time to go over the rules!
I sat, and I waited.
Rock and roll!
I'd ask how old you are, but most women don't really like that.
- Could you turn the music down? - It's down, cave lady.
We're up here with the other vice presidents...
- Yeah, aren;t you pissed you can't go? - Ah, her boyfriend's paying for it.
- Gosh! You're swamped! - Yeah.
I'm interfacing with New York at 3:00, and I have a report due today.
This is great, man. My sister's working.
You're not capable of running the show while I'm gone. You're not an adult yet.
No, I ruined it because I talked about it.
It's always ...
Well, Bruce, I'm the executive level administrative assistant...
Well...
Happy Birthday Olivia
Great. Why don't you go up to my room and change?
Keep an eye on Sue Ellen.
I have to tell you. I kind of have a problem.
"I'm right on top of that, Rose."
I pretty much did.
I lied to everyone about everything...
I can't. I've got work.
Yeah. I hate this part.
Far out!
This is going to be great.
Melissa lunch, Honey
Relax. I'm looking after things while she's gone. Everything's gonna be fine.
Park it yourself Metallica breath
I never asked you to whisk the couch
We broke up. Remember?
It was your turn to dump the trash.
Yeah. Where did that come from?
But I want these people out of my property.
I am really sorry.
You'll have to bring him back for a walking cast in six weeks.
Her whistle earrings and necklace and black baseball cap...
You’re my MoonGodess
I'm Bruce. I'm head inventory clerk. Why?
or you burst in here wanting to be impulsive...
I'll do it later, Mom! I promise
My last assistant was only 23 and still wet behind the ears.
I was just gonna see if Rose wanted to grab some lunch in the cafeteria.
Thank you.
Remember these things? They're great. Bounce with me.
We've got a lot of marijuana If you see me you got a problem Run up on me like you want it Guaranteed we're gonna solve it They'll be thinkin' someone shot him, Hit him with a bottle I'm ma let a nigga have it Started from the bottom
I'm innocent.
Yes. Me too
The dishes Are done man
- Busted. - Dude
Oh, Lord. We just lost another account.
What was he doing listening to the song "Meal Ticket"? Bitch stop dissing the song "Meal Ticket", Master P, Eightball & MJG and U.G.K. are some dope lyricists from the Dirty South, and Mo B. Dick beats are fire
We're not really together. A few months.
Yeah, sure. I like grunion.
- What ifyou need them? - I won't.
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I wonder do they have dank up in heaven, And if they do I'll prolly do a motherfukkin 211, For a bag of that green sticky Up in heaven, a nigga runnin round crazy like he done took a bicky I'm not Dr. Dre, but I don't want nuttin but The Chronic, This dank keep me comin back like I'm hooked on phonics, Whatever ya want, whatever ya need fool I got it, Well let's go 1/2 on a bag of dank
What do you want me to do? We have a receding profit margin.