Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you, Elliot.
That bitch over there in protective custody.
I never saw it, never gave it to you.
You can use my office.
You really are the smart one.
My guy's not into the underdeveloped-tween thing.
Ratted out my nephew.
Relax, hot dog.
Understand y'all got safety concerns.
- Sure, baby. - I'm sort of shy.
...since Jax figured out that you killed Donna.
Let me have the IRA.
Aw, shit.
- Maybe you weren't thinking clearly. - That sounds like a judgment call.
I need you to track down the he/she. I'll take it from there.
Russell's waiting.
- Hey, why don't you get Hale to help? - All right.
And everything returns to normal.
- Notice you got yourself one of them. Yeah, we do.
Good night.
Well, I don't know anything about the IRA.
- Yes, you are. - Right.
Time don't mean shit.
Well, I'm gonna need some time to reach outside.
Guard!
...any collateral damage in your town, David.
That face and body, get you a lot of store credit.
You ain't gonna get nothing but the same truth.
Oh, shit. It's going down!
Riding through this world All alone