Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They each fired six. How did you count them?
My theory, and I'm serious...
We'll see what your mother has to say about it.
Clean the impending massive heart attack out of your ears.
What are you doing?
And he really shouldn't be drinking.
What? God, what kind of person do you think I am?
Is that it? Point taken!
What are you doing? You almost killed Lana.
DE-ESCALATE YOUR DICK
What the shit?
I am Moreno.
God. Will you man up, Kimmy Kevlar?
...mother.
The stupid Border Patrol shot me twice, and I could really use a medevac chopper.
Mm. Mm-mmm.
And how the hell is this our fault?
Shittily. Two-for-12 at that distance? Ugh.
Um... What are you doing?
Don't actually have a follow-up. But seriously, Chuy, qué the hell pasa?