Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, kid, I'm worried about you.

No more than you. -[Sean] That's fair.

Wow. Are you okay?

Fuck no. -Doesn't matter.

[both grunt] -[spectators gasping]

Don't say, "Ooh." Look, I'm stuck.

Compassion fatigue. [sighs] We all hit those walls.

This is almost done.

Last time I saw her, we were in a fight,

[both] Good night, Liz. -Good night, Kiara. Good night...

[EMT speaks, indistinct]

[Liz, Alice chattering, indistinct]

What did you do?

because I know you love your oats.

Whatever, man. Can I go?

You are batshit fucking crazy, man. -Come on. No, man. I'm just pumped.

Get the fuck out of the way! -Suck my dick!

[Derek] Hey, Jimmy. -Hey, morning, Derek. How's it going?

[neighbor] Ooh. Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

It's my mother.

Just fucking go, man. -Aight, man. Follow me. Come on.

That'll give us both a chance to-- -Can we start now?

Just, please, come with me. Pinch, pinch. -Okay, I'm coming. Ow!

I don't know. [chuckles]

What? Wait a second, you-- [stammers]

What the fuck are you doing, man? -I'm celebrating. Sean, this is a victory.

I don’t talk like that

You didn't kill a random douchebag. That is progress.

Maybe-- Maybe some painkillers. -Maybe?

It's Adderall. -Oh.