Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You understood, that, didn't you,
- All right, who's heavy in real estate?
you bow-legged bastard.
[ music ]
Leave the zips on, okay?
- You know, I ask myself the same thing, grandson, every day.
- Well, sir, I wanted to... thank you.
- Good. Let's take these assholes to jail.
Come on. - But--
- No, sir, I'm, uh...
- What kind of airport?
- Fucking shell game.
- Yeah, a little bit.
- Livestock Commission, how can I help you?
- Ma'am.
[ horse grunting ]
- Is there anything you ever wanted to do
Ha-ha!
- Hiring cowgirls now?
There you go.
- Hm.
- He was listening, son.
People are just that goddamn lazy.
- All right.
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locked em in a horse stall, drove off in their rigs.
- But if you do... - We ready?
I'm gonna take care of those pieces of shit.
then drive another hour to ski.
You slept. That's what matters.
He'd stomp off and pout
You're looking for friends.
I want you to meet me at the trailer.
- I'm nobody's girl.