Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It doesn't feel like Silas.

We could save money if we didn't use a contractor. I could do it.

- Xanax? - No Xanax. Restylane.

- Congratulations. - Yeah.

The part where you sit there wondering just how fucked you are.

...some market research. But now that you mention it...

...stop embarrassing your fellow brethren.

I want my own fucking bathroom.

- Seriously? - You left a vacuum, Nancy.

It's important to know our neighbors to the south.

- You wanna sell drugs? - I have to leave my guesthouse?

Fuck your Miata with a strap-on, little bitch. We getting an Escalade.

- Can I throw rocks? - No, sir.

The cheapest way is to tap into the plumbing through here...

And now with the wife gone...

And then we'll knock down this wall first.

Thank you, Cesar.

We don't get many bean counters volunteering.

...and a strange tattoo on the upper-left cheek of your backside.

...I'll ruin you.

Keep the fanny pack tucked inside your hoodie...

Mom, why are you Googling the mayor of Tijuana?

...have been dropped, per my recommendation.

How about you give me their names and their phone numbers?