Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God, I am so sorry.
[phone vibrating]
He's around here somewhere.
Mm-mm.
Excuse me.
In somebody house?
- Oh, shit. - Are you making fun of me, too?
- [clears throat] - You're right.
The best hope for you is probably, like, Moby.
stick thin, completely naked.
- Are you mad at me? - What?
some type of racism's going down there.
- Yeah, man. [laughs] - Yeah, it's true. Yeah.
[laughs]
- That was Nando's. - Yeah.
Oh, she fancies girls now.
- What? - [phone whooshes]
Yeah, but so? White kids be scamming all the fucking time.
The connection we shared wasn't physical.
No, the wedding is off.
Oh! Bad decision.
- I tell you. - The Dow Jones is the way to go.
Look around, bro. It's all me.
Why is she crying? Okay.
harvested by real, authentic Mexican hands...
Racialism drives me fucking mad!
[chuckles] Hey, these all your friends, man?
Yeah, sure.
You-you seem like, um...
Yeah, yeah, should be all good,
Alfred, I'd like you
steal some of his furniture or some shit, fuck his wife.
- I... I just... I thought... - Oh.
Wow. Your hairline's intense, bro.
Yo, Darius, I just want you to meet my fiancé.
bruh
in hopes of fostering meaningful exchange of ideas.
- Yeah. All right. - Great.
That's when I realized...
♪ What you mean, bring a truck, let's get working ♪
Who writes checks?
Fernando!
Oh, man, I mean, I do whatever.
But I hear nothing. The house is dead silent.
It's between me and Fernando.
[clears throat] Okay.
- I'm fine. - [woman sobbing]