Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sigh]
- Well, you don't ride too good.
Thank you, Las Vegas! - [laughs]
I'll catch you a better stick tomorrow.
- Okay, Dad.
[clears throat]
- Dude let me call the vet.
She was one hot tamale.
- Well, then you understand enough.
[sniffs]
What the fuck did he do?
or the river.
- ♪ Come down around here with your smile ♪
- Where'd your appetite go, son?
[cows lowing]
Fucking Goddamnit.
For you to be the one to break them...
- Oh, she, uh, used to wrangle at the ranch.
[thunder]
[music]
'til a bigger bully comes along.
Her clothes were covered in pepper spray
What is it?
Yeah.
We all know how that ends.
- Actually, God gave me these for free.
[music]
You're God damn right I did.
Who the fuck are you?
pick some wheat grass and throw it in a blender.
I ain't your fucking mama Baby
- Seems like she didn't like the way you said it.
- Here's a... situation
- We don't know the long term effects of Banamine on a person.
Son.
- It did seem to go pretty fast, sir.
- You coming?
- I don't eat gluten.
- Mm-hmm.
You love this.
♪ I ain't crying, that's West Texas in my eye ♪
- Oh.
She can be a little overprotective.
[phone ringing]
- I'm too old for this shit.
- Why can't you sleep?
- Yeah, that's what worries me.
♪ I'd like to grow a rose and stow it in that desert sage ♪
- What is that?
- Mm-hmm.