Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the credit-card company you should blame.

That's for screwing my husband.

Twenty years with the ITC. Sure you wanna part with this, Eddie?

You'll be 40 by the time Liam gets out of the house.

This is no way to treat a veteran.

Let's go, let's go.

All day, all she does is make decisions. Five kids, fucking Frank.

Wedding was called off, but the room was charged to their card.

- Yeah. - Where'd you get the money?

That was hard. She threw out my old Atari cartridges.

- Where are the crullers and turnovers? - We want sugar.

Put some clothes on. You two look like a couple of fags.

- Jesus, Rob. - You're alive, I know it. Come on.

Ah, I assume Carl's burned it to the ground by now.

Yeah, yeah, all right, all right.

Flier for guitar lessons and a comb.

Enough to knock out a Clydesdale. Frank's a professional.

So you want the $35 or not?

Sorry. He's been under a lot of stress.

come è possibile tutto ciò? come è possibile tutto ciò?

- Okay. - Bye-bye, sweet boy.

There's a bar, I think, about 10 blocks that way.

Let's pencil that in for, say, 2023.

Hotel probably gave us something hard to pronounce.

Why do you drink

Hi, Mrs. Bergdoll. Got some bones for your pit bulls.

- Thirty-five dollars. - The hell? Ugh.

No, you can't. It's gonna take three days for the background check.

Yeah, the Bulls game was fine, but Charlie Rose was a challenge.

I've never slept on a bed this soft, only made one.

You're a liberal.

There's no stinking way they're getting that 5 bucks now.

- Gotta love these half-days. - Good thing public education is broke.

- Really? - I mean, you kept on saying:

- It's nothing. - No, not good enough.

Meanwhile, some guy named Paco is jumping a fence and taking my job.