Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- How 'bout we all go to town?

We're working for you.

Cara, get him home.

More pressure, yes. That's it, that's it.

they're just not standing

"Whatever war you fight within yourself must wait.

wondering why everyone's in a hurry

ten feet from his car in the middle of the day.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- They look like goats.

I guess we're the one renegade outfit that don't pay attention.

- Alex? - My fiancé.

made animals out of 'em.

or "She was born in the fall,"

I see the boy in you now.

to listen to you babble on about utter nonsense.

- Then call me Alex.

- It's even more beautiful from here.

- You don't like my name.

- He said third door down the alley.

- You gotta put town in the category

Till I met you.

- We'll wait here till morning.

and the bottom compartment

No pattern to it.

- Rough is what those sons of bitches need.

[gunfire continues]

- We need rain and we ain't choosy about when God brings it.

from the dawn of man, hm?

- All the way from Canada to Mexico.

- Until you invent machines to do those, then what do we do?

- Son of a bitch.

- We can't walk out here. Not at night.

- Cara, step back.

I fancied you just crawled from the wilds of America.

I won't hold my breath for a proposal.

- This sounds ominous.

Listen, it's too late to head back.