Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you talking about?
Two eye-shadow kits in one day. That is hot.
Only you don't have to blow up a new one.
You're still my baby.
-It's called a bindi. -Everyone knows it's bindi.
One big happy.
-Like Hot Lips Houlihan? -Caliente Lips.
-What election? -I'm running for governor.
...and then bury them in the yard.
No, you're not declining. No.
-They're not Mentos. -That's a lot.
Fine.
Jazz? Really? You like jazz?
Gee, thanks.
-Amsterdam? -Sure. Amsterdam. Start there.
Which means, you not here.
I can set up a movie for you.
How is it that I have to beg an 18 year old to travel Europe...
No. It's not supposed to happen at all. It's not. "When is he gonna get shot?"
I'm going down a road.
Perfect. Yesterday I bought two eye-shadow kits and I am already out.
Shane, it's weird and it's fucked up and it's scary.
-So that's it. She wins. -Yeah. She won.
Ink, not sperm. Meaningless.
You leave tomorrow.
I have been replaced as candidate for governor.
How many pills did you take?
Mom?
You said "fucking." I'm telling.