Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, it's Saturday night...
Charlotte painted a picture to my deputy of a girl of some privilege.
[sheriff] Stainless steel speed prop.
Technically, it's not my money. It's his and I'm... responsible for it.
Why do I buy you a phone if you don't answer it?
I say, "Go... to fucking Branson."
Yeah, they're living with their dad, Russ. His trailer's in the cove. Right.
-You get it? -[Boyd] No. No, I don't think so.
and then the clientele can come up a little bit, and you'd be surprised...
I just have to go somewhere.
They pay me to climb up on it, plus 25% of their tips.
Here we go.
and you still don't know you can't say that shit?
[stammers] If it's hiking or if it's--
-[Three] I'm sorry about Charlotte. -Not good enough.
Nobody stays in the lodge or...
-Hey, Sam. -[Sam] Hey, Buddy.
And then we go and we remodel some units.
-You don't have to do this. -I know.
It happens. It's not unique.
And I'm gonna catch him.
That's a mistake.
He doesn't know the roads here.
-Jonah, come on. Come on, hurry. -What?
If it's a car accident, if it's...
that I be allowed to live here until I die.
Yeah, sure I can. Of course I can. Um, yeah.
[Marty] That's mine.
♪ And this love of mine ♪
Now, let's finish booking Charlotte, shall we?
Guy cut the tip of a pontoon off, put it on a hinge.
Can I give you $100 for, uh, for those five catfish?
Before you get too comfortable up there on your cross,
Elected.
They have sex with people who they aren't married to.
[man moaning] Oh, yeah.
The aesthetic can come up
I mean, why does he have to feel bad just so you can feel good?
Trevor you are without a doubt the biggest fucking retard I have ever seen
There are a lot of innovative ideas in self storage.
and he is looking for an answer, or statistics, really,
And I know money. I know how to make it work.
Thinks journalism's a worthless degree.
I doubt that that argument resonates with a Baptist Kansas City lawyer,
[officer on radio] Route 78. Three miles south of I-80.
Oh, yeah. Get after it.
...cash investment where you, uh, you really can build out
I'm sure I'm worrying over nothing. It's just he...
Everything okay?
And we are not husband and wife... anymore.
-What do you mean, technically? -[automated voice] Checking.
-[Wendy] Marty... -[clears throat]
I don't need you for that, Marty, 'cause I can fuck things up all by myself.
Thought it'd be her Christmas show, you know, the one with all the free swag?