Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We put the land into the hedge fund.

- Hey, hey, hey! All right, okay.

["Long Hot Summer Day" by Turnpike Troubadours]

Fuckin' drug-runners, militia, and all that shit.

Just your promise it will.

Electronic Bull Ejaculator for Artificial Insemination.

- Shouldn't go to bars at all.

A 'pour-over,' God bless you.

- What's the count?

not a lot of voters there.

which cuts the property tax by two-thirds,

[breathing heavily]

- Ha. The hell you are.

Get pressure on it.

I guess you forgot that rule, right?

- What's your name?

you don't have cancer.

Oh, I went to the sheriff.

We just can't see it.

Make Gilligan do it.

I can teach mornings at the high school,

- Run, get his ass. Get his ass.

- This feels broken.

Okay, I need you guys to hold him tight.

- Jimmy, you fuckin' come out here.

- What's goin' on?

- Oh, I plan to. But you're doing it with him.

you'll think to give me a fucking call.

- The fuck I do.

- Hey Jimmy. - Huh?

I just have to shield him from what you've done.

I want you on the Yellowstone when I take it.

- She lost her hat, she owes us a six pack.

Not a good thing happens there.

Balls of steel.

- So you want to spend $200 million

I said I'll take care of it.

- What do you mean "worked over"?

Go on. - [groans]

- Hey! Keep those bulls away from the cows!

- I always knew you tucked it in your sock, Bob.

- [imitates chicken]