Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

On Victory Boulevard.
DANIEL: Nice, right?
These geeks hiding behind their computers,
Yas and Moon haven't been returning my texts.
Frankly, I don't know how you afford it,
LYNN: Hey, open up and give me money!
I wasn't really gonna buy it.
They ship the 3 pounders in
No matter how bad you need it.
Yah! Nice shirt.
But now I just... feel like l'm clueless.
How you going to scratch my balls?
JOHNNY: All four of them?
You calling me stupid, LaRusso?
I mean, embarrassing Sam at the Halloween dance,
(BLOWS LANDING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Maybe that was it, huh?
NESTOR: Yeah, uh... watch it for me, will ya?
ARMAND: Well, then, you know it's horrible.
I didn't get this far trusting a car salesman, huh?
and you used them to straight-up
(GRUNTS)
After 30 years, I thought that guy mighta changed,
(SHANNON AND MAN GIGGLING)
Mm, just some BS about you moving in with him,
Um, I actually have to run a couple of errands,
Get down from there right now!
I was blocking. I anticipated. I slithered.
Back in my day, if you wanted to tease someone,
The guy spray-painted a dick on my face.
Everything be better.
You chicken-shit lame-ass
Otherwise, the kids will steal it.
Elle MacPherson in her prime.
(SIGHS)
Quiet!
And I don't want to sell 'em all.