Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A new sign.
I figure, right now it can't be worth more than $600 an acre.
You told me a dozen times how you keep that gun...
Vernon.
You know...
Put something over these sons of bitches so they don't get out.
...belong to Buford Pope. We're formally charging him...
I've been undercapitalised, that's all.
- I told you many times... - I know. You was wrong.
Dwight. Dwight.
Floyd, you don't get those car keys out here...
Now hand it over.
I swear, I never saw anything like the way you drove that car tonight. Never.
Wait here. I'm gonna get the pickup. I'll be right back.
Oh, God.
I got an idea.
Do you mind if I have a beer?
I'll bet you that she's got a husband that's even dumber than she is.
- Vernon, is this gonna work? - No.
...you could have married just about anybody.
...for a bunch of pictures. And I'll bet you that's not all he done.
I ought to tell you, the Lone Star people called.
Five, 10, 15, 16, 17, 18.
You don't mind if I call you Nadine, do you?
That happens to be Renee Lomax.
You fixing your hair different these days?
Renee, Dwight. Dwight, Renee.
You don't ever look at the big picture.
Damn it. If I'd known you was gonna quit on me like this...
All right, what's the deal?
Why is nothing ever easy?
Hey, wait a minute.
I'll give your wife free manicures.
You went 90 miles an hour backwards without getting us killed.
Vernon's gotta go.
I can't do that. I'll tell you what I will do...
He figures it's better to have a small piece of a sure thing...
The thing is, though...
...that she's got some kind of deal going here.
- Let me see. - It's right there.
Fine. It's doing just fine.
...and the son of a bitch I was dealing with tried to double-cross me.
I knew those gals wasn't the smartest...
...they're gonna stop any more deliveries.
Vernon, be honest with me.
I was on my way to tell my wife to call the police.
...you got another thing coming.
Vera, I don't want to talk about this right now.
Honey, don't do that.
And, well, you know what a fraidy-cat I am of the dark.
I know you're in there. I can hear you moving around.
Dwight? Yeah, it's me. You got the money?
Hon, we gonna have us a baby. And you know what that means?
Oh, God, Vernon. Vernon!
No reason.
- Is something the matter, honey? - No, no, everything's fine.
Yeah, I copied it from a picture in Modern Screen.
Well, a couple of weeks ago, Vera asked me to pick up this stuff...
It's not. Could I come in and talk to you for just a minute?
We came all the way out here, and you don't even have the keys with you?
This place looks like pure-D dog shit, don't it?
Do you know what the penalty is for something like this?
Aren't you counting your chickens just a little early, sport?
How come a girl like you would let a lowlife like Ray Escobar...