Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Charge me?
Okay, wait. All right. Yes, no. All you gotta do is agree or disagree.
All right, name a single time I've let you down.
No worries.
Well, that was a bit gay. What you just did there with your eyebrows...
Kev and Veronica, fantastic neighbors.
-Yeah? Who? -I'm not telling you, all right?
No, you got a Happy Meal on the front of that shirt,
-That's a fact? -Skeletal fact.
You see? That's the problem with working.
People like you are used to getting your own way.
-It was a kid at school. -Yeah?
-I never said it was, I said I wished it was. -Right, she said she wished it was.
-...except she's not a raging psycho bitch. -Blow.
Dangly gold earrings that made me smile.
She got a C in physics, needed a B.
Lying bitch.
FRANK: Ian, industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic.
STEVE: Good evening, sir. -Thanks.
You'll have to take your shoes off.
-Plus Ian. STEVE: Hey.
Show-and-tell?
-Yeah. -Stupid, but, man, heroic.
But that happened, didn't it?
Good night, Daddy.
"He thinks the sun shines out of his own ass."
-What's with the crowd? -Layoff at the Chrysler plant.
Just something I like to fool around with.
Uh, I've got a party.
...cheats on white fundamentalist wife with gutless gay boy.
What's the law on sex with pets?
Internet startup.
Shit.
Decked the bouncer at Purgatory to defend my honor.
Aren't you a single parent?
Earning what?
Electric.
So you were watching her, who's a lot better looking than me.
And you were dancing next to a red-haired girl in a green dress.
You kids want some homemade lime chicken chimichangas?
They're just corn chips with fake hair. Fake corn, even.
Okay. Midget naked witch is bending over...
DEBBIE: Okay. FIONA: Arms up.
If that wasn't bullshit, what was I wearing?
...and you can't stop it from showing because you're no fake.
Asshole!
...would you have looked at me twice?
We're working on it.
-He's on disability. -Yeah? For what?
...but they have to actually catch me doing something.
-Electric. LIP: Yeah.