Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Liz is giving me a ride.

I don't fucking know, Jimmy. Some guy does 'em.

MMA? You like this shit? -[fighters chattering]

I told you that if I sit down, I'm gonna feel like I'm in trouble.

Somebody bumping me.

The cops will probably just take it back to my house for me. Come on.

[Paul] Feel free to call me first thing in the morning

Sorry if I, uh, kept you up last night.

[Alice] Yeah, it's pretty steep. And then they cliff jump.

Okay. We just started. We're good. It just started.

You forced a young Black man to fight a bunch of people

But look, Sean, you and I, we have to talk about this.

[grunting, shouts]

What happened exactly?

[grunting] -Here we go. Made it.

Listen, why aren't you answering my question?

He said he came back from your session with a broken tooth.

That's not easy-peasy. -Come on.

The fuck am I even doing here, man? -Okay, look, I was yawn-- I was yawning.

Are they hookers? -I don't think so.

'Cause I was talking and--

I got into a couple bar fights. They called the police and--

I'm sorry. That's awful. I'm awful.

Yeah, he's sorta, uh, mean-mugging me.

It's only two miles away. Let's just hoof it.

I'm a white guy in Pasadena.

He bumped my shoulder, like "fuck you."

who's totally cool with it,

[breathes deeply]

Hey, could you just give me ten seconds of silence

She's a good kid.

All that violence is still inside you, and it keeps finding ways to get out.

Sean. Sean, n-no, no, no. He's down. Sean. Sean, walk away.

We know the answer.