Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Already? LIP: Shut up.
LIP: Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Ian, Lip, dishes soon as you're done.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! You are grounded for 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
[LMFAO'S "SHOTS" PLAYING]
-What's all this? -Debbie wakes up earlier than I do.
Truly, honestly, one of the most heroic things I've ever seen. Did you see him?
We finished here, guys?
Oh, oh Everybody say oh, oh
It makes you wrong, you fucking smart asshole.
My pleasure.
Beer is great, Sheila. Thanks.
STEVE: Hi.
Fiona?
Ian, I sign your check. What's bad for him is really bad for you.
How can that be good for you? Or-? Or that?
FIONA: Ohh!
-Shut up, skank. -Watch your mouth.
DEBBIE: "Oh, no. I fell down."
Ah! SONY-
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]
Four-month-old baby, 14-year-old girl just had her appendix out...
Not me, I'm one down. But the guy next door died in March...
-And take all the toilet paper you need. -Okay.
--in the morning With the taste of your tongue
Yeah, you wouldn't have waited this long to tell me.
Hey, you honor thy father.
-No, thanks, Sheila. I think we're fine. -No? All right.
No, you won't.
-Sterilization? -Continuity.
This whole city belongs to the Jennas, I'm sick of them.
Tell us something we didn't know five hours ago.
Yeah, you'll be his third conviction. Third or fourth. Fourth, yeah.
Oh, five hours.
-Hey, Debbie, why do they call him Lip? -His real name's Phillip.
-What, that's his? -Yeah. Well, company car.
FIONA: How much are we short? -Eighteen dollars, thirty cents.
Brian! Diesel! Eric! Hairdresser! You are grounded for 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 months for getting a bad haircut and causing chaos at school!
I'm not telling you that. It's a gift.
Five years over an '87 Monte Carlo with 200,000 miles on the odometer.
IAN: First shower. LIP: You had it yesterday.
-Drugs. -What?
I wouldn't put him near a carpet till his pants dry a bit.
They fired her for selling medical supplies on eBay.
Liam, gonna be a star.
No, I get it. It's, "Prove you're looking for work--"
Go away, Frank.
...because she's yelling that the CIA is stealing her trash.
FIONA: Go.
...because he's done nothing to be sorry for. Nothing.
How the fuck would I know how much he earns, you twisted dumb prick?