Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Do what you people do. - I did it.

Because I laid everything on the line for you, and you fucked me.

Oh, you owe me $37.50 for gas.

- They're at my house, let's just go. - Take him in.

- We took too many drugs. - Yes, yes, we did.

It's done. Let's go. Come on.

Leave the keys so we can listen to the radio.

- Oh, shit, I'm bleeding. - Good.

I know that this must be rough,

You ain't done nothing?

We can get back in the car now.

I did this for your own good, Nancy.

Did you take something that doesn't belong to you?

- Here, come here. - All right, come on.

You're rude, you know that? You're gonna get cancer.

Oh, please. You're like one of those mini bottles of Crystal Geyser.

Bars of reception?

- Nobody gets nothing! - He's dead?

- Hi, Kat. - Hi.

and the Sasquatch costume. Son of a bitch.

Unibrow, stinky armpit, sweat-suit-wearing motherfucker.