Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[whispers] Hey, Sa-- hey, Sarah?

-Drink up. -[Rafe] Shitty idea, man.

Just promise me nothing's happening between you guys.

Whatever. Your daughter says she's not going.

-Dude, I'm sick over all this shit, man. -[JJ] You're sick?

[Pope] Hey, guys. So, like, my dad's already gonna kill me.

One hundred years, man.

I... just wanted a copy of one of the old plat maps.

I just feel like... I just feel like you've been a little off tonight.

Hey, let's get shit-faced tonight, okay?

Unlawful discharge of a firearm.

I've offered to be your legal guardian, if you'll have me.

-It's my fault. -Shut up.

but it sounds to me like you should probably dump his ass,

I couldn't stop thinkin' about your class, Mr. Sunn.

[Rose chuckles] The hell she isn't.

Just tell me the truth.

-You're gonna take care of it. -[Pope] I tell you.

-Of Tannyhill. -Yeah.

Just let me know. Just, uh...

-We should just dip. -Okay, where do you wanna go? Hm?

Of course I can. Happens every year.

You're like a little rock in my shoe.

I mean, if I did know who it was, like, I would for sure, like,

I don't wanna break up.

Oh, um... Scarlet told me she had hidden some vodka or something.

Might as well tell him, man, before we're gaffed.

[Ward] I know, I know.

I really appreciate what you did back there.

-[JJ] Ooh! Can I read it? -No, you can't read it.

[Luke] How you gonna get that money back?

You're a stupid, lying whore.

So, the gold never went down with the Royal Merchant.

that I had as a child.

-[yelling] -[JJ groaning]

and that's where I got the letter.

near the water.

-[Sarah] Chapel Hill. -Chapel Hill.

-You don't seem sick. -I'm sick on the inside.

-Don't screw this up. -Let's go.

-[phone ringing] -[muffled conversation]

he writes a letter to his son telling him to harvest the wheat?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. You got the keys to the Pogue?

[both chuckle softly]

[Ward] What are you doin'?

When you gonna clear that, big guy,

All right, Kie, come on.

I'm actually gonna down that.

It's from a local landowner.

Thirty thousand dollars!

Sorry. Sorry. Just really gotta go. [chuckles]

-[Topper] Oh, really? Scarlet's... -Yeah, I couldn't find it though.

Throw off your chains!

[Topper] Is that who you were talkin' to over there?