Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Nevada? By yourself? - With Bobby.
Hey, I'm real happy thatJax's kid's gonna be okay.
Indian Hills is gonna have to learn how to protect their ground.
It is.
Let's just take it a night at a time, babe.
- Hi. - Car's ready.
But for the most part, Clay and the others keep slipping through the legal cracks.
- Good girl. - How good?
Vegas can hang.
- I know. You don't deserve this. - I love all of you.
Look, man. We're not gonna go cowboy.
I mean, you know, ask Clay.
Where else would she be?
Gotta sign these.
The quote was painted on a wall in red.
The gun in your bag.
How do you think this thing'll play out?
- Yeah. Why are you here, Gemma? - Your car.
Now, this one.
A little respect for the fairer sex.
- No. - Really? Oh, I love you.
Wow, Jury's got all that beautiful pussy, man.
I'm not sure why you're carrying a gun...
Aah! Goddamn it!
#In the eye ##
I am not happy about being here either.
- We need a bigger presence. - Well, I'll have the Vegas boys head up.
People don't upend their lives to pack up a dead relative's house.
Can you still have kids, or-
At least you and I, you know- we can try to have a decent conversation.
- Clay's coming out? - Yup.
"from the dominion of religion...
Wow.
We're not 19 years old anymore. You can't dictate what he does, who he sees-
- Tribe attracts a good membership. - Eighteen.
So much for low profile.
- Got the Mayans circling for a percentage. - They're jamming me up, Jax.
Jury and John Teller were in the same platoon in Nam.
- How embarrassing would that shit be? - I'll call.
My guy said the name was omitted from the report.
a night.
We don't know this guy's here for us.
The only freedom man really wants...
They knew Jury would call. They're gonna be watching.
- Hey. Where's Bobby? - Out front.
What's a patch over?
So you like Harleys, huh?
It means things are about to change.
Low profile. I don't want no wetbacks knowing we crossed into N.V.
Nothin' but young, tight...
Can't Rosen get us some storage short term?
Clay's old lady gave me a serious MI LF chubby.
Whool
Nah, I'm good with Half-Sack. That score's settled.