Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

— Do you need money for the bus? — No, I got it.
I don't know how he interpreted the assignment.
Dis bitch
There is a world out there and even if you don't want to meet it…
Pay it Forward, the movement, reached L.A.
…I would call that…
This is all from me. All from my heart, dog.
A chance? A chance for what?
What to do
It's hard.
Might be easier for you to sell now. Now that it works.
My friend's coming in to take a shower, okay?
— It isn't a date. — No, I'm Trevor's teacher.
Okay.
You tell me Trevor's withholding from you…
We no longer have visual contact.
She made her choice
…to change.
Trust me. You wouldn't understand.
Is that what you want for your birthday, everybody to pay it forward?
The thing is, Sidney…
…this…
…and the men.
— Is that what they are? — Yes.
Come on! Come on, man. Damn!
No stupid jokes! He's not that kind of person.
“We going to kill you, Crip.”
All right, all right, all right.
…and then I got on the bus to go home and change, which was stupid.
That old crusty bag lady?
Here's the thing.
Well, good night.
— He's asleep. — Good, okay.
Where'd he go?
— What are you doing here? — I wanted to see you.
If you just…
It goes on all year long.
Trevor.
…then I think maybe I can.
Hey, McKinney.
Ask me what happened after he came back.
I know we're all weak.
This is our house, our bed.
— Hello. — Hello.
I'll be in touch.
…knows where to find me.
— I'm used to this. — Would you stop?
Tell him he can do something, he'll believe you.
You can't. That's private.
I don't know. I'm sorry to do this to you.
— My mother? — She told me about pay it forward.
Then, man, all of a sudden, out of nowhere…
And it's like…
Christ! What is it with women like you?
Now and then they clean up graffiti…
Oh, my God. Listen to me.
We've had our discussions.
Well, I'm here to tell you…
…because in this class, we're going to learn to love words…
Take your ass down the hall, put the girl on the tray and supervise her…
You think you can keep it?
Having a little car trouble?
That's who you want to know about.
You damn right about that. Shit.
What?
Well, that's the beauty of hindsight.
— You've been drinking. — Kiss me.
All the things…
They ought to fire your ass out of here right now.
Sorry.
And it's a routine and as long as I have that…
Can you just stop for a minute?
Trev, you got to speak up. I can't hear you.
Okay. That's the best I got.
Plus, she's in a lesbian relationship just to piss me off.
Let me just wash under my arms. Are you sure?
— …and now, all that's gone. — I gotta go.
Even from a kid, I'll take it.
I'm not going to hurt you!
She talked to my grandma. Kind of made up with her.
It's the Jag.
Just a tummy ache.
I already blew out my candles.
Punch him! Come on!
The booze…
Stop it! Trevor!
I don't know. I guess.
You have to watch people more.