Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's gonna be a four-shot patch over party.

The concept was pure, simple, true.

Cancer boy wants deniability.

You get status to protect your business. Best move for both clubs.

Shit. This was your dad's, right?

The first time I read Emma Goldman wasn't in a book.

- We just met. - Yeah. That's what I thought.

- Does Clay know? - Relax, Mom.

You've been through a lot of shit...

- How's he doing? - Fine. Your mom's in there.

I know you got a lot to talk about.

Half, maybe more will stay.

Love to give the good doctor a lift.

- I don't know how much outlaw I got left in me. - You'll do fine, Jury.

This fed wants anything, he runs it through me.

All right. Call me. Let me know he's okay.

I was hoping you could help with the Cutlass. It's in pretty sad shape.

I take care of them, and they take care of me. It's a family.

Can you believe that?

Hey, I brought the car out of the garage.

Douglas County?

it's time to become brothers.

Pull your pants up.

Tribe might've started outlaw, but now...

- It's about the future, Jury. - Future of what?

They pull this off, I want you and Juice driving the barrels.

Thanks. Just let me know.

I was 16, hiking near the Nevada border.

- How long is he gonna be here? - No idea.

Cleared his book debt. We're good.

I got to admit, this one gives me a serious chubby.