Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Dale is my ex.
- ♪ I'm fresh ♪
- Your dick is in your hand, dude!
Whoa! Not cool!
- And we'll pay for your groceries, Bets.
He's not-he could just reach around
- No, we're good.
You want to tell me what the hell happened?
- Just stand aside and relax, sir.
They could totally make you a fake passport.
- No, I will not. This is my place of business.
- I said down. - Oh, do we have to?
like we used to.
And I don't have a passport, so I need your help, bud.
- That's the Bahamas, you buffoon.
Maybe.
- Huh?
Welcome to the Inland Empire's oldest operating...
- Well, I mean, in theory, of course I could.
- So how's that Jamaican jerk lasagna treating you?
- Okay, I'm sorry, could we just get the tickets
You can't lock somebody in a car.
we've had but one motto.
- Hey, has anybody seen my Tevas?
because I wanted to hang out with you,
so pack a fancy outfit.
- Wow, this is great. Thank you so much, Karl.
You're comin' with me!
we-we-we-we-we-we we-we-we-we
- Oh, then I can't help you, then.
Just go ahead and follow that line that I drew,
No, no! There he is, ask him!
a password we need or anything?
- Our bad.
- Hold-hold on! - My car!
- I don't know, man. It just doesn't seem right.
- Where do you think this little rascal was conceived?
Gobble gobble
- Guys, no, no, no. Look!
Now come with us 'cause your mom's making us fake passports.