Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So deciding he's overeducated and has more money than sense...
ls Fiona in?
Your dream girl? We had drunken sex on my kitchen floor.
I mean, we're healthy and we're happy, but when people ask, we say:
...because, I mean, he's long gone now anyways, but....
Kiss and I'll tell.
Gone, Steve. It's gone.
How's a guy supposed to work, hurt, with kids?
-Nice watch. -Thanks. Panerai.
-Who's Steve? -The other night.
And by "people like me" you mean people like what?
I don't know.
Stay here.
[GRUNTING AND GROANING]
FIONA: Lip, you in there? Lip? LIP: Yup.
LIP: Yo, Kash.
Please, don't drop it! Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
What's she hiding for?
And get a real job, not just dipping into the collection plate at St. Tim's.
-Fine. You're all barred. -For what?
Right.
Excellent. Excellent. And her mother...
Oh, is it?
LIP: Relax, okay? IAN: No.
All right.
Followed around by a video camera. Where's the trust, Steve?
What the fuck is this?
Just when you think you've collared your dream girl...
Go!
Brian! Diesel! Eric! You are grounded for 123456789101111213141516171819202122222324252627282930313233334353637383940414243444454647484950 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
Can I get it through here or is it better around the back?
Hey, that's my fucking bike!
.|.. |.. -Disappear for three weeks?
Got a job as a janitor in this small tech firm...
VERONICA: No way, Lake Forest? Lake Forest is not Chicago.
Take back "dumb prick."
And what do I get for my pain and suffering?
Disability people haven't caught up with you yet?
Ohh....
FRANK: Lip, smart as a whip. Straight‘s and the honor roll.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Jenna. It was Jenna's birthday.
Praseodymium, uh, magnesium, suIfur--