Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Just do it.
- ALl right. - Easy.
- This is about as good as sober gets, Commissioner.
We funnel the CRP funds into more land purchases.
- But on the way, I turned around.
- Ahh!
- Y'all are getting horse traded by this ol' bastard.
Jesus!
How long gonna stay?
- John, your breakfast's ready.
- Not here.
and we enroll the land in a CRP.
- Goddamn they're angry.
The Chumash did it in Santa Ynez.
When you leave I'm going with you.
- Get yourself, Kayce, go on.
puts the land in a conservation easement
["What Comes Naturally" by Blackberry Smoke plays]
- Trusting them is what put us on reservations.
- I know what fuckin' day it is, Jimmy.
- Give me my money.
- It's the cancer. Colon cancer.
- What happened to you?
You know, they say there's no greater failure
- Whoah! - Holy shit!
It would seem to me improving it makes much more sense
about anything that can be stitched.
- Fuck that!
- That's the stupidest thing I've ever done.
- Yeah, well, your head wasn't screwed on straight.
[whistling]
They'd love to meet you.
The money we earmarked for that Native American Studies program
- Pretty doesn't matter.
Green shirt, green shirt!
- Don't sweat, dad.
- Cowboy.
- These go over by the squeeze shoot.
You're doing great, John.
[leaves rustling, bulls moo]
- Yours, Mrs. Dutton.
- You know what. You choose one.
The more land we buy, the more that number grows.
- Mm-hm. Choose a selection from the board.
Iodine, just pour it on.
- There goes that wit again.