Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That... Get Dennis' car?
What is that, fudge? ...I think that he'll respect me.
(high-pitched droning tone)
(laughing) I hope you choke on that, and you die, you piece of shit.
Got to get home. Got to get that walkie.
You know what I like?
(grunting, panting)
Like, your timing is...
(tires squealing)
What the hell are you talking about?
Nice, Frankie! You came through!
Pay attention. So, Frank,
Oh, come to Papa. Let me have 'em.
Awesome! He did it! You did it, man!
Am I dead? Huh?
Yeah, it sure was, Charlie. I'll tell you, though.
(phone chirps)
(barking)
All right, let's do it.
Oh, yeah. (sighs)
If everybody sticks to the tasks that I've carefully tailored
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Why are they dressed like cops?
Where you going, man?
Whoa, Jews! What is this?
Oh, I drank too much.
Frank, come in. Over. Shit, I got to go.
"Let's party."