Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Well, that went to shit in a hurry, didn't it?

- You don't have to worry, baby.

Give that to her when you see her.

- I'll call Animal Services about the dog--

- There's no such thing.

♪ Cut back on my drinking Stop this running round ♪

- He don't fucking know me any more than you do.

- Why would they do that?

I couldn't have dreamed up in a month of Sundays.

you would've had to provide for all the generations

And that woman will be part of your family, too.

Tell you something, Fort Worth,

♪ Take it easy, mama ♪

- I ain't fighting. I'm smashing a fucking guitar.

Those are words men invented

- Now you got no reason, Walker?

Where have you been alone?

- Well, no rush, buddy.

And you'll miss that whether he's alive or not.

I want you to imagine something.

Morning, ma'am.

You ain't done.

- Let's pretend it's Walker sitting over there,

- Have a good day. - You, too.

- Okay, Beth. That's it.

- You're a fucking asshole.

["West Texas in My Eye" by the Panhandlers plays]

And then, yes, I'll drive you anywhere you want to go.

Where's Mia at? Mia!

- We sell the broke ones around here, Jimmy.

[cupboard slams]

- Walk backwards five paces.

- How's the one you rode in on?

- You tried to kill my family.

- Are you okay? - Just another Monday.