Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All right. Let me just make a little groove here.
I will walk you to the ATM.
We did your plan.
- Stop. - You beta bitch, beta bitch.
Be the bigger man.
- Okay.
That is my count, though, since nobody's counting.
- There's no kids here.
- She's a whale. - No, she's not.
- Half? I'm sorry.
- Hey, good dealing out there.
- I don't know. I farted.
we can pay for the Vo and go to the timber sports games.
- What are you doing? - Nah, I just--I fold.
- You don't have to. - Ow!
- Oh, this is why.
both: Thank you.
- Karate kick. - Yeah, bud!
[The Skinny Boys' "Jock Box"]
- Gentlemen, your card.
so I'm gonna play as well.
- No, sweetheart.
- Cash only, gents.
and I'm like, "Sunglasses inside--
Won 200 bones last week.
Dude, did you have, like, a card up your sleeve
but we are timber sports,
- Do you need to see my ID?
There's table limits for a reason.
- Excuse me?
- No, I don't--
'cause it really hurt my feelings no one asked me,
I'm the plan maker now, alpha dog style.
Do not take that bet.
- Okay.
Why you so nervous?