Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ain't that. - No?

Help me, please!

The trucking fees are eating me alive, Kayce.

That it's cruel, what I'm doing, sending you away.

♪ I ain't got much rhythm in my waltz ♪

We still have chess to play, you and me,

and then I put people together on the outside.

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

- I'll just put in another one, you know.

See you around, Jimmy.

- What do you want me to do about it?

- Of course you do.

- You lucky son of a bitch. - Lucky son of a bitch.

- It's okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- What? No. Have you trotted a horse past a mirror lately?

- What if it falls off?

- Strange place for a meeting.

- What did this fucking thing cost?

- That is not your choice.

- Who ordered the attack on you.

I know you're up to your neck in shit

- It's up to you. He's your pet.

It ain't "gotcha." It's "Yes, sir."

- No, I said you could get a pair of boots.

- It's necessary.

♪ You're running with the caravan of fools ♪

- Yeah, we're just stubborn that way.

- Put some road music on.

I can imagine it's gonna be a bit tough for you

- Yes. - A little Shane Smith.