Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You got to see this shit. I got to show you this.

-MARY: Bibby! -What?

Where your...? Oh, baby, I'm here!

See, no problem. Looking good.

You know, for the record, I never wanted you.

You coming or not? Come on!

You know why it's fucked up?

-Man, where you go...? -Let me just...

-This ain't none of my fault. -Whose fault is it?

Bibby, man, just take me back to the shop, all right?

Everything fine. We gonna be all right.

Hey, um, you forgot to pay me.

I'm glad you brought that Hollywood shit up.

-I appreciate that. -All right.

That's my wood!

He a magician! How I supposed to know?

Thought I paid that bill.

Them savages from Atlanta that went into that T-Mobile store,

But, technically, his was before yours.

I got to deal with some eses.

Okay. All right, man. I got it.

She don't be thinking about nothing else, either.

Okay, all right. All right.

[people shouting, voices on radio, static]

I'm on probation, man!

Well, I'm calling her right now.

Oh... hey. I wasn't talking to you.

You trying to go to Hollywood now.