Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm talking about you need these, cuz.

All right, Bubba, okay, cool. All right. All right, man.

-We'll be right back. -Why, man?

Then we came back up here, I cut your hair.

You did not just steal from me.

Come on, baby. Here.

[chattering continues]

ALFRED: What?! Ah, Bibby, man!

Well, do it then, beige lady! Call 'em!

It's okay. Okay. Everybody good.

And I trusted you to do this for me.

[stammers] Like I said, man, the usual.

with half a haircut, man.

Hey, sorry for being late, my man.

Your hair is fucked up, man.

-Yeah. -Nigga, what the fuck is this?

I'm done, man. Yup.

[woman continues wailing]

Just passing by the Atlanta pen make my boy-hymen hurt.

I had to reconfiscate this wood

and they want to take some pictures,

Tell me you're not skipping school again.

All right, I'm-a be there. Cool. Shit.

Man, y'all barely made a dent!

-I know. The kids these days, right? -The road, man...

Yeah, that's right. That is Paper Boi.

Yeah, he had queef engine or something like that.

Yeah, I'm on my way. No big deal.