Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Anyway, I should get home to my wife.
Yeah. Shut up, dumb-ass. Okay. Yeah.
Hey. I'm proud of how we did.
- That's right! We bad! - Oh, yeah, we bad!
Really, he just left? He didn't call or anything?
Let's get the hell out of here.
- And why is that, Dad? - 'Cause we bad!
You know, we're getting killed here thanks to your screwing up that last event.
You know what? I'm tired. Pull the wagons. Go.
It's a very rare falcon...
So, you're the softy in your family?
- We bad! - We bad! We bad!
What a lady.
Why are you so good at that?
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and he was speaking Chinese.
I won the tobacco-spitting contest last year.
And maybe even friends.
Well, Mitch, I hope you're happy.
Well, at least you're still happy for us.
Butt-less chaps!
That was like eight burns in one sentence.
Red never was much for foreplay.