Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alone.
All she had to do was say something.
Come on. It'll be really fast.
You weren't built for this, son!
Okay, Drea.
How was your night?
Summer trip to Botswana? Coming to America premiere.
[line ringing] 
He seems fine to me. Solid.
you know, I can black out
So.
What, is this some kind of Terrence Howard movie?
-Really? -Yes, babe. I'm so sorry.
[laughing]
It's my burn? Don't worry about me.
We might run into somebody.
Come on. I'll go first.
Let your mom sit up all night wondering and worrying where I am.
No, no, come on! The night is still young.
I really need to prove da haters wrong.
She doesn't know what my scene is.
Do you understand what I'm saying? A whole race of people
There's no way we're getting out of it.
-I want to say yes-- -No. It's okay.
I'm so sorry.
I think it's private investigator.
I was born for this!
-Well, we-- -We're just...
I'm really, really sorry. Thank you for putting up with me.
It's healthy.
You can choose whatever it is you may want to...
Fuck the 'gram.
[mosquito buzzing] 
I guess-- So, we're just not gonna talk about your book shit?
Dude, what the hell is the matter with you?
Hella dick!
-Kenya, listen. -Um... No.
Like really, really, really hate him.