Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The bartender looks up and says, "Get the fuck out of here."
Yeah, but I don't have a job, a car or a girlfriend.
Youa, wait up.
Mr. Kowalski, that's my name.
Get your ass out of here, okay?
Okay? Just turn around and go.
God, I've got more in common with these gooks...
Being ordered to kill.
Well, I suppose they heard there's gonna be a lot of ham.
You know something, kid? You're all right.
-You don't know when to quit, do you? I'm gonna teach her a lesson.
Well, halle-fucking-lujah.
He just doesn't know which direction to go in.
Well, I survived the war.
You here to bring me this little present? Monk? She bringing it to us?
It is. And every other day until you see the folly in what you're planning.
Mr. Kowalski? Good morning. I looked over your paperwork...
Yeah. You get up and preach about life and death...
Well, maybe some of her friends called and they changed plans.
...than I do my own spoilt rotten family.
Because I'm going to state next year...
-What are you talking about? -All the tools and stuff.
Bye-bye.
Get off my lawn.
Hey, Mrs. V. Here, let me help you with those.
When you find out your brother's been making out with your girlfriend
See, he called you bro, Duke.
Call me a whore and a bitch in the same sentence.
Ain't She Sweet
What the hell are you Spooks up to?
I took Sue to the hospital.
Thao, this is Tim Kennedy. He's the super on this job.
-Um, I'll have a gin and tonic. Attaboy.
Yes. I'll do my best.
Wow.
Because you know what? I'll take it.
With your chairs?
-How many? -How many what?
- I can't afford any of this. - I'll cover it.
So...
-Go on, get in the truck now. Shit. Way to go, old man.
If he doesn't wanna do it, then let's just go.
"And I'd like to leave my 1 972 Gran Torino...
-Or at least what you think you should do. -Really?
Be patient, once he's older, he will be the man of the house.
-No worries. We only eat cats. -Really?
All right. Let's get a booth.
What are you doing?
-What can I do for you, Mr. Kowalski? -I'm here for a confession.
What are your sins, my son?
Man, take this bitch.
...and cram it." That's my name.
Dorothy mentioned specifically that it was her desire for you to go to confession.
-What do you think? -There's tons of food.
It's very important that you accept, and it would be an insult if you refuse.
No. Wait! Walt! Walt!
Hey, Walt.
I promised your wife.
Yeah, kid, why don't you start with "Hi" or "Hello"?
Whatever.
And what is life? What is this thing we call life?"
-I suppose that's my goddamn fault. -Just give it a rest, just drive, okay?
We can't afford to anchor a unit to one location.
This is my mom, Vu, I'm Sue, and that's my brother, Thao.
I'm not the one who tried to steal. Don't you forget that.
Help Me!! Christ All Friday
-Tomorrow, I'll see your ass. Why you gotta be a little girl?
-As they say, when in Humong. -Ha, ha. Hey, what am I doing wrong?
That's foolish. That's the exact reaction they're waiting for.
-I don't want you to do anything. -All right.
I offer food to nurture this child's body.
That should be the last of them.
Shut Up!
Come on.
-Why the fuck you gotta make me look bad? Keep your hands off my stuff!
Well, that's kind of halfway what I expected you to say.
They think you are. That's why they keep bringing you gifts.
-Kind of ironic, huh? What?
He was really hard on us, really traditional, and really old-school.
-No, just let me heat up a towel. -Yeah. And here, here's a 20.
Hmong people come from different parts of Laos, Thailand, and China.
Because the Lord is the sweetness....
Me. I've got a light.
Take care, now.
-Yeah, but.... -All right, look, here.
-You talk to him. -Mitch.
Yo, now, that's a nice car.