Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And since I haven't called in, ISIS should be calling me anytime now.
A helicopter. There's an old Huey down by the dock...
Just keep squeezing that gag-ball that I don't wanna know why you have.
No shit? Yeah.
Then I'll have to ransom her and Sterling and Rip and...
Sterling, I don't know how you did it, but...
Yeah, speaking of forgetting, couple things. One, these aren't my friends.
How you doing, Riley? How the hell do you think I'm doing?
Keep looking, maybe I wrote it down. Um...
- Thank you. - Oh, shut up.
Lana, I only have two hands.
Of course. I mean, I know we fight a lot, but...
Okay, then you listen to me.
Were you gonna say "lousy with them"? I was, but then I realized that's, uh...
Oh, my God, yes.
Not for once, Lana. Hello? Columbia House.
You will never make it to the helicopter. My men will cut you down like dogs.
If I don't remember that password, I can't unembezzle that money...
I'll, uh, need to run those numbers. Heh.
Heh-heh-heh. And one, two, three, go, herd. - Whoa! Unh!
- Aah! - Unh...
One of these days, I swear to God, I'm gonna burn this place straight down to the ground.
Does that mean so must my dream?
Aah! Ow!
Oh...
Lana, I'm team captain. I built that team from nothing, and...
Mother, I'm a little busy right now.