Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's all yours.

[horse whinnies]

Look, I'm going to tell you something.

I don't have a family, I don't have anyone.

You don't have any room in that big fucking thing?

- I want to watch him reach the pavement.

[Sleeping on the Blacktop by Colter Wall]

- Fuck you. - All right.

You're making it worse just letting him stay under there.

- What? What are you talking about?

Man: Where are you taking me!

Is the gimp all packed up?

- You're claiming an ag-exemption, aren't you?

- I can get anything I want? Really?

That violates his easement

the place you're going to.

- You know what I can do?

You can't put me in here!

[Caravan of Fools by John Prine]

♪ String band playing worn out honkey-tonks ♪

- He won't last a week. - Unbelievable.

♪ You'll see that I got all that you need ♪

- I don't need a fucking warrant.

- That's my inheritance running around in circles.

♪ Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain ♪

♪ Tea's pouring from the spout of the pot ♪

♪ Hey darlin'! Sleeping on the blacktop ♪

And don't let anyone outwork you.

♪ Hey darlin'! Running through the trees, honey ♪

♪ And the cracks of this roof ♪

♪ If it's loving, pretty baby ♪

- Naw, the gun's fine.

Learn some fucking manners.

Where's Walker at, Lloyd?

- Yeah, that's exactly what you should do.

and say that you don't have anyone, Jimmy?

That's my stomping grounds.

- Why the back of the head?

It's you who's making him scared.

Four. That's it.

♪ Rain's pouring through the windowpanes ♪

- Hey, Carter's done for the day.

Jimmy's kicked out of the bunkhouse

'Cause you look like a drunk cat trying to fuck a football.