Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Was it, like, so chill?
Mabel knew Tim Kono and lied about it,
[alarm blaring]
‐ She and Jessica Lange came to me after an evening at Studio 54,
Where are you?
‐ I'm trying to move forward with my life.
[car squeaking] Looks like you're wearing a turtleneck.
How does this not sound even vaguely familiar to you?
[doors shut]
GW Bridge.
Charles, buddy, just...
‐ Well, it could be an affectionate nickname.
CHARLES: A great true crime mystery unpeels itself like an onion.
‐ Maybe it's a Mexican diet pill.
‐ Are you proud of yourself? ‐ [laughs] I said extra long.
a bunch of shit from when we were kids!
For this.
‐ Wait, so did you just get out? I went by your dad's,
‐ I saw you shoot a crocodile that was smuggling drugs.
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MABEL: What the fuck is "G. M."? [typing]
‐ G. M.? With a tattoo shop on Shore Road?
[beep] Oh, that was some good back and forth.
‐ Yeah, right? Me, too.
I'll drive you.
She played me, too.
‐ No, she can't say anything.
‐ I'm on them, but I can't outrun a Camry! OLIVER: Stay on them!
‐ Yeah, shit. No, I got out last week.
That is so messed up! ‐ No, no! What is messed up
some asshole died doesn't do shit for my inner calm.
Your Favorite Horticulture Homies. OLIVER: Aw,
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this duplicitous, I know.
‐ So, G. M., Shore Road.