Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Booted off the Irish, stripped of your team.

I have nothing to say.

When Cameron killed Sack, he took Abel.

...I'm gonna track him down...

Hmm. Join the club.

...it's Maureen Ashby.

He's a fighter. Scar on his belly.

Okay, these, uh, drugs we took from the rednecks, what are we looking at?

Jesus Christ, Jax.

- Dr. Namid needs an assist. - I don't...

Before your Army boys offed him.

Grab him. Get him. Hold him down. Hold him down.

Should still be somebody there.

I don't know and I don't care.

- Hi, Bobby. - Nice to see you, man.

And what do you want?

...but we have an emergency gastroschisis. Boy, 20 minutes old.

- He shouldn't be here. - Why don't you shout it a little louder?

You think he'd lie to us?

Hi. Kettle's still warm.

Good morning. Glad to see you're feeling better.

- No, we're good. We're good. - Happy hunting.

Hello, sweetheart.

Bastard's got intel on where the Mayans might be setting up shop.

ATF took away your shiny black sedan, making you drive your own car.

Jimmy's number two.