Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you doing?
Dear Mom, I made it to New York.
What?
Goddamn, you little sons of bitches!
I want to die.
We kick ass.
Ladies and gentlemen. It's loud, it's bad...
Funky towel Towel's got the funk
I'm heading up to that big Dumpster in the sky.
Now, guys--
A place where the rent's been frozen since the 1950s.
Got to hide! Got to hide!
It's a wrassling, hassling, dazzling show
Your first assignment, retrieve all used product from the restrooms...
Gosh, Lily, you look incredible.
Okay. Fine. Shut up.
Play your cards right, Joe, and this could be our new pad.
It's a private atrium.
Everybody's gettin ' what they ask for
This new guy, Joe. He don't wash, clean, vacuum. He don't give a crap.
Your place is so comfy.
Get on up and shake that thing
Hey, Joe, what's this idea you people keep kicking about "privacy"?
Boobs, Joe, not bulbs! Tell her you dig her boobs!
Oh, Blank. Hey.
We continue last week's discussion:
Hands up, pinhead!
Swinging pad! What do you think, Rodney?
Hit it!
Let's make it special.
Good old Murchison.
Whoa, Lord
Joe, Mrs. Grotowski doesn't have any family.
Hold my feeler, Lord Lord, pull me through
No, thanks.
Dear Mom--
I'm up. I'm up already.
We ought to keep an eye on him, in case he needs our help.
Explain it to us. We don't get it.
Mommy still got that saucy swing to her hips?
Hold my feeler and pull me through
-Good stuff grows out of it. -Yeah, right.
Dear Lily, I want to help your garden.
-What is it now? -You seem a little down.
-Mr. Bianco. -Check it out.
"Go, Bullfrogs! "
Kill that lying, two-timing Senator Dougherty. Tonight.
Thick and funky Steamin ' up the dance floor
You wear these overalls to work?
What do they make?
I'm serious. I want you out of here!
Come on with it, Rodney!
Hurry! These goons will bust Joe's skull!
The East Village sucks!
you can't walk off knowing what you know.
I see.
Spitting doesn't count.
I wish we could do something other than put people on hold.
We live where you live.
You pose as her son, take her apartment.
I got a call from your job supervisor the other day.
Good.
Oh, I like that.
I'm Joe.
-For God's sake! -You got it, Joe.
I hope everything's going fine up in heaven, Mom.
Is it okay?