Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

for the entire lie of your life.

- Everything, you miserable motherfucker.

I said he's not real broke.

- Feels like the blade hit the bone.

- [deep breath]

- Whoa! - Fucking barrel racers.

had me craving that rodeo in Fort Worth, Texas.

Did I try to kill them?

- I'm not sure what that means.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- Just cowboy shit, baby.

- Everybody wondered where you went.

- Jimmy... you ready?

Just give me some Banamine.

- Just fucking stop. Stop talking. Please...

- Just a ride, huh?

- You do fifty yards out that way.

- I think I understand you less.

- What about Teeter?

- You gonna let your girlfriend talk to me like that?

- Take me on a ride.

I think the stars just aligned.

- Oh, I don't think we need prisons in this country.

grass grows in the ground.

I give you my word. I will build that for you, too.

- Ha-ha! There you go.

- Good dog. Good dog.

- You need to learn to rope.

♪ Lately I've been thinking ♪

- They do. They just don't fit in a saddle bag.

- Before you check out the house?

- Ready with the gauze? - I'm ready.

I got my family with me right now.

brown eyes, yep, not your type.