Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You know how they get it in here? - Tell him how.
Fuck around with me, it's gonna be consequences and repercussions.
What's wrong?
I owe an ice, boss.
Now I could get used to this. Ladies.
...of Superintendent Abernathy and little Mae Rose.
- On deck for what? - For what? That upper room, nigger.
God Giving Talent
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- Here's to your new job down at the bank. - Thank you.
...is through the morgue and the cemetery.
Bro, you better check in
Evenin'.
I beg pardon? You say something to me?
(burps) Oh, excuse me.
Where were the two convicts when the shot was fired?
Hey Boss Rick Ain't workin
I'm a visionary on this one.
I oughta kill you for that remark.
Who wants to hit next?
Request permission to go to the tonk, boss.
We Don't need no fences at Pax we got us the gun line
Oh, shit!
Hey Boss...They ain't workin!
Two dollars, but I need that to get home.
Daisy fell for Melvin. They're engaged to be married.
We got 36 cases of booze. That's better than money.
jackson stop being a baiwump! ok i'll stop being a boohoowoouperinguper!
Goldmouth, I know a bitch named Della hit harder than you.
That's some tasty hootch.
It's very near and dear to my heart, so no wisecracks or I'll whup your ass.
I'll walk you out the gate myself.
No, it say Marleen here. Marleen died.
- Now tell that. Tell that. - They deserved it, Radio.
You'll never guess who'll be there tonight.
You really bummed me out.
- Y'all come on over here! - Y'all got something to drink?
I'm ready to go back right now.
We next. You like baseball? We on deck.
He was like that when we found him. He was already dead.
I ain't gave up no muthafuking hope
THE RAPTORS LOOK LIKE THEY DEAD!
I never thought I'd see the day That ol Rick would give up hope
- What's going on? - This don't concern you. Excuse me.
Hey Boss...They ain't workin!
'Cause I said 'soft'? So what?
I don't even want Jell-O. Lou ruin my stomach.
What's so funny?
please don't welcome my very bad enemy marleen roch! oh thanks a lot gabi! please don't welcome my very bad enemy gabi anderson!
Let's just say we spent some time together.
You should've been there last night. You'd have had big fun.
Good afternoon Chad
Turn around. I'm keepin' you out of some trouble. Paint the fence.
Hey Ray, ever been to that there Guitar Center? Guitar Center on JW Clay? Man I damned near lived at JW Clay Guitar Center, its alright.
It's too hot I'm tired boss
What's this?
Yeah, right?
If he wants corn bread, let him up to the front and get his own.
- $2 short? - Uh, yeah.
I been here the whole time. He ain't come out.
This myrtle could use some attention.
- See? - I like that.
I aint giving up no muthatuckin hope
We don't need no fences. We got us the gun line.
Soft! What you gonna do?
Why you got to say nasty shit Jon? Cause I’m a nasty Muthafucka!
That's the Yankees right there.
- What concept is that? - They threw us in this shithole for life.
I got the keys, if you want to leave me in the woods.
If you made it that far, they'd check every train that pulls out of the station.
Well, at least he didn't kill Santa Claus.
You hear me, boy?
- $22. - Not bad... for a start.
Well, who is it? Speak up!
We were walkin' back. A bird came out low on our left.
Season tickets to the Yankees, right on the first base line.
I ain't never seen no dead body before.
Oh, yard boy...
Shut yo mouth And yo fat ass boy
Dennis ta å hold kjeft du e en feit faen.
Turn around to the left. We have a problem.
...I want you to shoot him in his ass.
Cuz, I'm a nasty mothafucka.
You gonna smile? There you go.
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Ray Gibson? No.
You go have a good time.
That kid can hit. What can you guys do?
I'm not driving no 35 miles to get no pie.
Good. First time in?
...in their ass.
This guy's dead.
- You all want to pick up this country pace? - Bet's to you, sir.
This looks like something here.
You do?
- Nothing at all, just a little drunk. - Nobody drank like old...
I ain't got capital yet, but I will.
...if so much as one toe hit that dirt...
- You got a deal. - All right.
for you today
Spanky Johnson?
You ever go to New York, go to Ray's Boom-Boom Room.
You ain't taking my Cornbread, Fried Chicken or Kool-Aid, nigga Fukk that nigga, I'm from South Carolina and Georgia, I'll have his teeth laying in the mud and on the concrete
Then let's go, Ray.
Try to teach 'em the finer points of the game...
Sleep tight Niggah
Oh, that's our ticket off this farm.
WHAT IS ALWAYS THE PROBLEM
If you fuck with me, It’s gonna be consequences and repercussions.
That’s my name... Claude!
I don't even want Jell-O. Lou ruin my stomach.
.
That way, when we lost, he could blame it on somebody else.
- That's right. - Damn.
Only 15 hours of daylight left.
I got to clean this. I'll be right back, baby.
Don't that sound like a place where it's fun? Sound excitin'.