Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Unfortunately, you're driving the precious cargo.

Your dad was real handsome.

You can talk to him yourself. He's on his way.

Come on! Hauling barrels. Let the prospect go with Juice!

- Are you retarded? - No!

but if you're gonna use one...

How's he doing?

I got anything to worry about?

It's my way of saying sorry.

#On the devil's bed #

- What are you talking about? - I'm on my way back, and I'm not alone.

- Bitch has a mouth on her, you know? - Sure. I get it.

# You're on your own #

I think it's gotta be about us.

You all right, brother?

It was in the garage under two tons of old newspapers.

Started the sports book with the escorts and the strip clubs.

# We call her American dream ##

We've taken every precaution to stay out of A.T.F.'s crosshairs.

- He still pouting? - Who, Tiggy? Why don't you give him the sweetbutt?

Look, you know I'll drive out there.

Well, truck's out back. It's all good.

I'll call Unser.

Clip a truck from Unser's tonight. Make it look like you stole it.

- Be my guess. - And we've got a garage full of 25 to life.

That's right. I'm the goddamn chief.

- You ever been to Ireland? - Shut up.

Look at this shit.

Oh, Daytona, as in 500?

- You guys remember Bobby. - Bobby.

Got a strip club out on 95. Huge basement. Private.

Didn't trust her then. Don't trust her now.

Hard to get lonely. My dad was a bit of a pack rat.

So, Mayans spotted us.

I hate all of you.

I don't want you out rogueing with this guy, you hear me?

Yeah. Clay has some of the locals convinced...

I'll see you in a couple of days.