Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He knows everything, Barry.

-(animal chomping) -(laughter continues)

Did Barry Berkman love my daughter?!

Berkman, drop the fucking gun!

-(music continues) -Quieres más?

Here you go, Mr. Johnson.

How much you get for that asshole over there?

They'll fly up in the box, they'll play as linebackers,

What the fuck?! Did you just poke me in the eye?

Did Barry Berkman love my daughter, Gene?!

-(roaring) -(guards laughing)

-No! -What the fuck is this?!

-Hello? -Jim Moss: (on phone) Gene. How we doing?

-(quiet snarl) -Akhmal: Fuck you...

We know you work for the Chechen mob.

-(slides chair, sits down) -(Gene gasps)

-(shouting in Spanish) -(unlocking door)

love my daughter?

Carr, the wide receiver, had to make the tackle.

some uncertainty, if you will, for the offense.

What are you doin', Berkman?