Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, that's an apple I'd like to juice. Right?

- to look at that shit. - It's your fault.

No. Take a walk, sir.

You ain't never gonna be shit. You know what?

You know, the best chefs in the world use their hands.

Aw, that's so sweet.

Yes, Chris! Yes!

Man, what's going on to make you say that?

and you've offered

He's a human being.

Five-second rule, right?

But God damn it, I'm not scared of you.

I didn't want you to be no punk, man.

Bud, stop living your life in fear of your sister, man.

Hey. I'm Chris Carey, nice to meet you.

Cut this music off.

And why the fuck would I know that?

- Nice to meet ya. - Nice to meet ya, man.

- Oh, okay. Okay, cool. - So, yeah.

So if you've ever been in love,

The rest of us have kids.

Oh, now, that's Maria.

- That ain't. - Your name ain't Craig?

You know how crazy Trina is. She gonna fucking kill us.

I'm washing cars

- You know, "Crazy Chris". - Um...

Got the number and the name

Yeah. Are you normally pretty busy?

I wouldn't put my dick connected to your dick.

"Where do I stay at?" I stay in the Avenues, man.

you know, across the Middle East.

Go get your girl, brother.

Come on, come on, come on. Get up. Get up.

I will turn around and punch you

You sitting up here lying to me in my face?

- Looks good. - What's your name again?

Wow, New York! The Big Apple.

to my best friend, Bud Malone.

Some mango or whatever.

Still got that gorilla cum taste in my mouth.

And if we wait here till the police come, we going to jail.

- Okay, I'll see you. - Mix it up.

You fucking a man.

Yeah, he's a little nervous.

No, you ain't from where I'm from!

Holy shit. I'm sorry.

I don't quite know the words to use right now.

You're selling it.

Going to New York!

Sir, I salute you.

Ow! Why are our dicks in a Chinese finger trap?

This is my Bad Bitch.

That's insane. I've seen her flip barbecue ribs.

You talking to my girl?

Oh, shit. We gotta do it, man.

and everything's all good? Huh?

Y'all driving around in a hot pink car that say "Bad Bitch."

House arrest, smouse arrest.

Thanks for doing the movie, buddy.

Wesley Snipes don't make music, man.

No. You said someone escaped?

Oh, I like the Silverback.

She's been in jail. She's gonna stay in jail.

I'm looking for a sugar daddy.

and you be like, "Okay, now sexually..."

I'll ask one of these fellow Americans

Bruh, I'm about to do so much. I'm about to do it big now.

- Yeah. - Thank you, man.

Yeah. I'm actually living in New York City.

Hey, I need you to leave.

Get your ass from by me.

- ...before this car blows up. - It's your fault.

All right, goose bumps or whatever.

do this shit, man. We gotta take the car back.

Maria has opened the door

- At first? - Let her make the first move.

to be able to see you again.

- No. - Please!

Maybe if your dick...

See you later, pal.

All right, sir.

Whoo! We did it!

You letting me in?

And you haven't helped her at all?

Um, here, uh, have a juice. On the house.

That's Maria. Holy shit.

Just tell him how you feel.

- How the hell are you? - Oh, my God, Chris.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Have a good one.

- Okay. - Wow, let's do it.

Where do you stay at?