Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All the time I was just thinking this is the end. I'd never see you again.
...whenever you're ready to get serious...
...unless you have to.
...we locked ourselves out of the motel room.
I left the keys at the shop.
I knew sooner or later you'd have to come out of there.
Come on, you little rat shit. I want my car!
Nadine?
Reverend, I told you the last time you were in this place that I would not...
Unless you hand over the goddamn map, I'll kill the both of you.
Mr. Hightower, if you think you can deal yourself into this...
Oh, goddamn it, man. You lost your mind?
- What's she doing here? - Thrilled to see you too, Dwight.
...they were lots more artistic than I bargained for.
I hope you are not in business with Mr. Hightower...
I'm warning you, anything happens to Nadine...
- Come here. - Don't mess with me.
...but I was wondering if we could get it on paper. An informal agreement...
Now, hon, this is not the time to start one of your stubborn streaks.
It so happens I hid a couple of Lone Stars up there in that stiff's icebox.
Okay. I know payday...
My mother does not remember ever laying eyes on your daddy.
Well, by a strange coincidence...
"Nadine Hightower's World-Famous Blue Bonnet Bar and Lounge."
Nadine, I love you like you was my own flesh and blood.
...I wouldn't have fell in love with you to start with.
Let me have that bottle.
- Remember? - Vernon, darling...
Hell, Cecil, you're not as dumb as the captain said.
You wait and see. We pull this deal off, I'm home free.
But I do not intend to stand around and see that baby get born without a daddy.
Suit yourself, pal. It's right here.
Just to be sure you behave yourself.
Floyd, the woman wants to talk to her husband.
Goddamn it, woman.
Fine.
Blue Bonnet's about to turn the corner.
Oh, my God.
You think I'd be driving in that if I could afford a new Buick?
So I went to Mr. Pope. I mean, everybody knows he's a high roller.
You can break my arms, my legs. Won't do a bit of good.
Come on. It was easy.
I love you.
- Yeah? - Mr. Escobar?
Don't I get a say in the matter? I'm the daddy.
And don't ask who it is, because I ain't gonna tell you.
Sorry just don't get it done.
I'm talking breaking and entering. I'm talking three to seven in Huntsville.
You planning on us driving up to a 7-Eleven in a police car...
If you'd listened to me in the first place, we'd have saved lots of time.
It's from Scarborough's.
...all around town looking for you so he can settle this little misunderstanding.
My daughter.
Don't worry, hon. I fought like a tiger.
Toodle-oo now.
First, it's in the worst location in all of Austin.
- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.
He says, as far as he was concerned, you were no-good white trash...
What about this?
...by stealing a map from the Highway Department for commercial gain.
Mr. Escobar was stabbed to death in his studio...
I'm gonna have to help her.
Mr. Hightower...
Trust me. I got a plan.
Do you see the keys to a new Buick convertible with white sidewall tires...
...that Playboy was bound to pay me.
I'm real sorry about this.
Vernon Hightower, I'm standing back here buck-naked.
You picked a hell of a time to stop!