Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I don't need to, baby. This is it.
- Pretty good-looking wrangler.
- Three ccs.
- This is gonna be a long ride home.
With you on your fucking knees, bitch.
- It ain't my decision.
- These windows along the south heat this house.
- Hm.
What do you think that says to everybody else?
- I know what I want to be when I grow up.
Easy. We're going to get you back to mama.
- So, we understand each other?
- Oh. Sh--
- I've taken that damn thing to the pound twice.
You coming inside?
Worries me.
Easy.
I doubt the jury's out on how much you'd miss
That's all.
- I've heard it.
- You grow wheat grass?
- Six.
[kettle whistling]
[engine starts]
- Him.
[music]
Easy.
You know, Beth, maybe it's best
- You name him yet, buddy?
- No room for outcasts like us in the bunkhouse.
- Alone?
[music]
- It means a scientist didn't alter the DNA
- On a horse?
- No, no, no, fuck, dude, don't.
- Yeah, they still do it.
[music]
- You do?
- So wait, you'll eat the wheat grass
The only painless way to learn this lesson is to watch it.
- Get the cuffs off him.
Walker, now you can work for your money. They need a song.
[music]
- I didn't say "teach me." I just wanna see it.
- Mia!
- Beth--
Get up.
- Or milk.
- Thank God.
but I ain't got no authority out here.
[music]
This is your family.
what would you do then?