Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- See? Everything works out. - You paid them off, right?
- No free samples. - Where'd you learn your trade?
I don't care how you get the money. I want 6 grand by Saturday...
Even released the safety.
Next round's on me. Yeah!
- I just need to knock his ass out. - Could I try a sample of that one?
- It was a shock. - I'm sure.
I knitted him the sweater. Yeah.
I'm a white Muslim.
Exactly.
Looks like a good one too.
- Carl's not lifting his share. - Yes, I am. You're not.
We could hang it in the garage, hack off what we need.
I didn't cause the downfall of the American economy.
- Ha, ha. - I'll, uh...
Boss's orders. Stay with the scumbag till he's buried.
Mm.
Went out of the office one morning on a smoothie run.
Look at you. We're gonna have so much fun.
Brother, you gotta stop embarrassing yourself.
Claimed he was a cancer patient. He's got Debbie buying handguns.
Well, go tuck your enormous penis in your pants and go answer the door.
How was your wake-and-bake?
Didn't even like smoothies.
- Just a little taste? - I don't know why we do this for you.
So plus tax, your total comes to $1172.24.
- This expired when Bush was president. - It's supposed to age. It's fine.
- Sheila? - Hold on, baby. Yeah, okay.
Yeah? Well, I've never been on a plane.
My brothers, Debbie.
...but my girlfriend moved in, and she's been making a lot of changes.
Forty-third and Halsted. Bring a crowbar.
- Gallagher? - The gun.