Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I pictured him taller.
We all fucked up, okay?
I think it's a little --
And I realize there's a lot of hormonal compulsion...
It's cash only.
Soccer shoe. Soccer shoe. Soccer shoe.
I'm fucking a teenage drug dealer?
I'll paint your toenails.
...I smell the breath of every sun-stained face I've liberated.
We'll just....
I'm just gonna throw this out there.
Bye.
...the overall harvest goes way up.
Do me up.
It happens but it shouldn't happen anymore.
"Yes I Can"? You said I was gonna freak out.
...if you're inclined to that body part.
Flappy upper arms, strange moles.
I'm 100-percent positive he's --
Look away.
Did you forget your pruning shears?
Just shaving here.
Okay, I'll hold out my lip and you put it in.
...like "peculiar," maybe or "eccentric"...