Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have General Lee. What more could you ask for?
These people bludgeon innocent golfers for sport.
You and me, we never would have worked.
She owns Mexico, Mom. I think she can have these pages edited.
-Philanthropist. -Tax evader.
And you should peddle something that people want.
...pop on out to your shit cars and drive out of here.
I need to close early for inventory.
Hey, fuck you, man.
I hear they're doing that now. They're chopping heads off.
I'm so fucked up. Jesus, you are poison. Fuck you.
Media manipulator.
Try Wiki.
Who cares? Blitt and I can run this place all by ourselves.
Fuck you, man. I'm Tunisian.
Jesus, get off.
That's probably them coming after us right now.
It damn well better be. I paid a shitload for it.
I hope you're happy.
Isn't that the whole point of life? Children? Propagation?
We gotta go.
Who should I ask? Esteban? Pilar?
Like when I involved you in my election campaign...
No birth certificate. If I disappear, if the baby disappears...
I don't want your pregnant pity hand job.
After the election, we will be man and wife.
Minimum sentence, eight years of daily ass rape.