Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(roaring) -(guards laughing)
(gasping)
I'm so sorry.
-(quiet snarl) -Akhmal: Fuck you...
(all shouting)
-(slides chair, sits down) -(Gene gasps)
(gasps)
They'll fly up in the box, they'll play as linebackers,
-Hello? -Jim Moss: (on phone) Gene. How we doing?
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-(shouting in Spanish) -(unlocking door)
love my daughter?
-No! -What the fuck is this?!
Here you go, Mr. Johnson.
C-Cristobal?
The what?
Cristobal.
Did Barry Berkman love my daughter?!
some uncertainty, if you will, for the offense.
What are you doin', Berkman?
Berkman, drop the fucking gun!
We know you work for the Chechen mob.
Did Barry Berkman love my daughter, Gene?!
How much you get for that asshole over there?
-(animal chomping) -(laughter continues)
What the fuck?! Did you just poke me in the eye?
He knows everything, Barry.
Huh?!
Carr, the wide receiver, had to make the tackle.
-(music continues) -Quieres más?