Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't try blaming me for this.
"Good job, Fiona.
-No. -I know.
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]
Brian! Diesel! Eric! You are grounded for 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
You ever have a knob-job?
What impression did you get from my brother?
Did he start that rumor?
-Somebody's gotta take Liam. -Uh, I got a calculus test.
I can't remember whether that's good or bad.
[PATRONS CHEERING]
FRANK: You-- You think you can't be--
STEVE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
You must get sick of having to think for everybody.
COP 1: Let's go.
Uh, I was gonna offer to buy you a drink anyway.
VERONICA: Anytime you like it too. -I'll do it, all right.
Ninety percent of the world's problems...
KEVIN: Where you going with those?
I'm no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor.
He bought them for you, didn't he? Those shoes.
Would you?
-Your face. -How is that funny? It's not even funny.
Tried tagging a cop car with the cop still in it.
LIP: Jesus.
Quit pretending you don't even know me. You weren't that drunk.
Sandals.
What'd that set you back about, six bills?
Now and again.
because your grounded
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You are grounded for 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
-I thought you were broke. -That's what I said.
Oh, what have you done? What have you done?
Your life's not simple, Fiona...
Jimmy Cl»-? Well, Jesus, man, put it there. Respect.
For instance.
Fuck off. Nervous breakdown.
Oh, you just made that up.
STEVE: Hello ?
STEVE: What?
So you gotta come pick it up before it starts rusting.
-"Steve"? No. -Yeah. Uh-huh.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You're grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded for 111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
-Once or twice. LIP: Ah. Wow.
[LIAM WARBLING]
[LAUGHING]
Jesus, Fiona.
Fucking donkey-dick Roger Spikey? The original beef-meister?
Still looking for fun, Fiona?
Raises money for UNICEF year-round, some of which she actually turns in.
What's left, after I settled out last month's bar tab.
Say, D-BIock of a maximum-security prison?