Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Are you okay? - Put some pressure on that.
- Turn him over.
- Fuck.
and the legacy he robbed from you.
No fighting, that's the rule.
- Fuck the fucking vet. Call the fucking doctor.
- I do.
- I'm the bitch about to stab you in the stomach.
- Then why you sleeping in the barn?
Didn't penetrate an artery. You're lucky.
- Or butter.
- Hey, show me the houlihan.
- That's a different kind of wheat.
- Uh...
- What kind of place you looking for?
He's your friend, Rip.
so nobody takes back what he stole.
- Don't know where she got out, just drove the whole fence line.
Rope's the only tool we got.
I'll need to talk with the family when they get home,
- 'Cause that's what they do.
- Terrell Riggins. That's where it went.
- I'll be right back, baby.
- Gonna taste like shit and burn like hell right there.
- Uh, yeah. - All right, let's go.
- You've enforced the rules of this ranch
- Thank you, Ma'am. - You're welcome.
- Just play the game. - Come on.
[clears throat] I'll be outside.
- Three ccs? I drink more than that for a fucking hangover.
- I just buy big bags from the grocery store.
- Not a believer in goodbye.
- You know it's pretty risky,
that bitch of a sister, though.
This is to protect you from yourself.
They're just hiding.
- Somewhere fresh.
- Yeah.
- I'm not an outcast.
- You said pull it, baby.
You will treat her with respect or you will leave.
- Get that fucking thing out of me.
- Do I look like I'm gonna live to be fucking seventy?