Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...who held the hands of superstitious old women and promised them eternity.
It's been 10 bucks for the last five years, you hard-nosed, Polack son of a bitch.
Good afternoon, Walt.
What's up, you old Italian prick?
Hi, Mel. Hey there, Darrell.
There. You finally look like a human being again.
Fine, everybody's great. Doing fine.
And come on back now.
Yeah, well, I think we can handle that after lunch.
I know people in the trades.
Get out of my way.
He left without me. He went to Smokie's without me.
You know, you mentioned about looking at people.
...why don't you go tend to some of your other sheep?
Bitter in the pain it causes the deceased and their families.
That's why I'm going it alone tonight.
...where you don't have to worry about mowing the lawn or shoveling snow...
What about Thao? The man of the house is right there.
Well, I might as well drink with strangers rather than drink alone.
-You have Alzheimer's or something? -No. You could get a job in construction.
I'm tired of looking at it the last three years.
Come on, you glutton.
He would like to read you. It'd be rude not to allow him this.
That's what I do. And I'm going it alone.
And I think you ought to date Miss Yum Yum too.
Look at the way the old man glared at Ashley.
Come on, man, let's go. We got the gun, man.
We used to stack fucks like you five feet high in Korea...
-What's this? -A little rice liquor. Here, try it.
Jesus Christ.
we used to stack gooks 5 feet high lmao
Maybe it's time you started thinking about, you know, taking it easier.
-Kind of, but school costs money. -Well, maybe you should get a job.
Nothing, huh? I just saw you coughed up blood.
We gonna shorten the sleeves a little bit.
She's been looking at you all day, stupid.
My Gran Torino?
-Man me up? -Yeah.
-Thirteen. Maybe more. -What was it like to kill a man?
Okay.
Says who? You?
...and are now at peace.
What can I do for you Check? I am here to confess to that corrupt trade.
Those punk-ass Mexicans messing with you?
We should've stayed home with Josh and Ashley.
Oh yeah So there
No, I'm fine right here.
Well, I gotta hand it to you, Padre.
-Yo, give me that. Hey, come on. That's my stuff.
-Yeah. -Get on the phone and call right now.
I got nothing to say to you, shrimp-dick midget like you.
Sweet to those of us who know the salvation that awaits.
Let me tell you something, boy.
-Really? Happy birthday, Wally. -Don't call me Wally.
You know, what with Mom gone, it's gotta be a lot to maintain around here.
Where the hell is Humong, I mean Hmong, anyway?
what the hell are you spooks up to? Happy Thanksgiving Primos!!!
you fucking don't listen do you
Tried to-- What the hell am I doing here?
Yes, fine.
Calm? You want me to be calm?
...and I think we should immediately start a full battery of tests.
...just walk out with Miss What's-Her-Face.
Yeah, you too.
Okay, come on in on Monday, and we'll find something for you to do.
Yeah. Maybe so.
Yeah. Yeah.
Grandpa Walt, would you like some help with this?
Bite it, stupid.
-Nothing. You just take it easy, now. -What are you up to?
-He called you bro, man. -It's all good, bro.
Just don't let it slip out of your little-girl hands and crush me.
Yeah. Kind of. His name is Trey.
Jesus Christ.
Client: "My dogs a pure Native American Indian Dog" Vet techs :
You see, kid? Now, that's how guys talk to one another.
I offer clothing to protect this child's flesh.
My school
Wasp nest?
You ever fired a weapon before?
What are we doing?
- Let me go. Let me go. - Hey, you little bitch.
Every time I look at somebody, they look at the ground.
Man, where'd you get all this stuff?
Thao wants to say something.