Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bruce Willis, The Rock.

Hi, man. What's good, B? [laughs]

[laughter continues]

♪ Before I thought 'bout going A Jewellers ♪

Oh, no, no. She-she works here, yeah.

balance is a motherfucker. [laughs]

Is this some London shit?

Will-- he just always forgets that part.

♪ I don't know why ♪

♪ Runnin', runnin', runnin... ♪

- Oh, my God! - It's off the charts,

Fernando, you sleeping?

ALFRED: All right, can I get four boneless chicken thighs?

This ain't no billionaire house.

Yeah. It's a party, and things happen.

Really gave us a leg up.

Uh... yes, I do.

- [touch tones sounding] - Uh, have you heard Slowthai?

talking about fucking some Black ghost.

You heard the chainsaw alarm, right, nigs?

Oh, man, I would love for you to meet this guy.

- WOMAN: Mm-hmm. Yeah. - ALFRED: What you want?

Man, I ain't really ever thought about it that much.

The security alarm never even tripped.

- [laughter] - And I'm home alone and scared shitless.

But I think he knows that,

All right, I got a lullaby for your ass, nigga.

VAN [laughing]: So nice to meet you.

- Yeah, yeah, that'd be great. - Cool.

And then she's like, "All lives matter,

very similar to this, that I just...

♪ Want the money, cars, watches and da jewels... ♪

[door locks engage]

[laughs] Yeah. Yeah, man.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

ALFRED: Hey, can you check...

- Where's your hat? - [groans]

Yeah, I... I'm... I know.