Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We gotta find out who they are.

...that goes a long way if we find something in your truck.

Call it what you want, but you make money off of the low self-esteem of broken women.

At some point I'm gonna ask a few questions.

Are you certain about Wendy? No. I am certain about the alternative.

My name's Al Whiteman. This is my boy, George.

We'll deal with the Irish after Darby.

I will let you know if and when we need more guns.

No, no, it's all right.

Son of a bitch. He means brains.

Sorry. I pushed for it. Table said no.

Former president turning state's evidence.

That weight you don't wanna take on? No, Mama.

Sheriff's picked him up.

Thank you. Here, take that.

Do you know a Ms. Erin Byrne?

I just got so much shit going on here.

Put Phil and V-Lin on the gun warehouse.

MC caught the blowback.

Well, why would we wanna talk with you?

You won't. Till he's out of protective custody. Someone wants him alive.

I was hoping our SoCal brothers could help us with that.

What's going on? Morning visit from the Hitler Youth.

Let me tell the club.

Your commitment spooked him. Then unspook him.

...said they saw a Ford pickup truck drive away from the scene.

...I watched a bunch of niggers burn my daughter alive.

That's all I could remember.

No, I get it. I do.

Who's she so afraid of?

No. This is on me. It's my wreckage.

Roosevelt knows you had nothing to do with that.

...the gentlemen who have been visiting Otto are stopping by to see you too.

Hangout or headquarters? Not sure.