Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah.
Jesus!
Hmm, are you here to make an offer or you just gonna insult Mr. Padilla?
I know you.
Bye-bye, Mommy.
And the-the-the boy, Joey, has
Oh, Jackson... Jackson, thank you.
You better calm down or I'm gonna call...
Hi.
And they will not know their angry and psychotic grandmother!
Uh, no, brother, it's not.
I want Jax Teller and the Sons of Anarchy.
- He is your son. - I am aware.
Ah... I guess the Irish Kings ain't as racially open-minded as the MC.
Aye.
She drugged him.
I'm supposed to be staying with Grandma.
It was her latest spousal diversion, however, who showed me the door.
Three. One, two, three.
August Marks.
Mama, don't.
Please. Will you see if they have a napkin or something?
resources inconveniencing every last one of your retirement funds.
Um, the kind that never leaves you.
Why?
Will you do that for me? Please?
Make sure they get there whole.
The whole town is spooked, Jax.
Three months up front.
And I love you.
Do what your grandma says.
Yeah.
Put it down.