Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's all ammunition the insurance company would use
[Wendy] Oh, come on. I have a Master's degree.
-you know, the net profits. -Mm.
-[indistinct radio chatter] -[helicopter whirring]
Uh, so today, while your mom is buying us a new house,
and I want you to tell the sheriff that I haven't come back
I invest in people, not businesses.
but I'll give it a go.
I don't think so.
if we hadn't got her out, Ruth.
'Cause, don't forget, for all this to work, you gotta kill me.
He was a good man.
[Jonah] Okay.
No, we won't be buying new cars and trucks off the lot. Fine.
We're never ever going to get another opportunity like this.
bound to raise the eyebrow of the Water Patrol.
We do.
I love you, too.
-Hi, I'm Jonah. -I'm Tuck.
-Hundred. -One hundred
to service the debt on the loan I already owe the bank.
-What's our story for the kids? -What do you mean?
You got two sea docks.
-Yeah, we're all set. -Sure?
No arrangement. You rented storage from me. End of story.
-[Ruth chuckles] -Okeydoke.
Don't put down anything around her that you're fond of.
-You take the kids today... -You... you won.
I need a house.
You just need more time.
and then I want you to e-mail Del and I want you to do it immediately, okay?
I want you to go back to sleep, okay?
Hey, housekeeping?
-[Wyatt] Oh, fuck me. -So you need to think this through.
I was there. For all of it.
[Ruth] The point is, Uncle Boyd, that much cash money's ill-gotten.
-Mm. -Dad's not happy about my major,
Sorry?
and it's better than nothing, but it's still not enough
A couple dozen. Why?
Let's call the decider to sign off.
at the dive bars you're used to going to, but not here.
Yes, ice, please.
Bill? Hey, uh, you wanna pick up the, uh, brothers Langmore,
Or... if maybe he had a spouse who'd been unfaithful.
Exactly. That's all I ask.
-Listen, this is-- -How much you got?
-Do you know who they are? -Wyatt Langmore and his brother, Three.
-Thirty. -Nope.
not to mention 350 feet of lake frontage.
I lost everything.
I... I'm looking for storage space myself.
You are a poor steward of his money.
We're taking $20,000. Get 20...
Or freak bait. [sighs]
[clicks tongue]
Byrde liquidates his business.
Hello?
You invest. Hmm?