Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, he's just fat.
My grandmother's dead.
Mm.
I buried my best friend three days ago, and as cliché as this sounds...
-I'll give you another grand. -Two. Okey-dokey?
If we can't prove the goods are stolen, we gotta cut them loose.
Put him down. Put him down, Jax!
I trust you.
There will be no shitting while I'm this close to that ass crack.
All right. Thanks, Juicy. That's great.
We gotta figure out that endgame.
You think I'm going to let you set up a prostitution ring in one of my properties?
You mean one where the man carries a gun and is hardly ever home?
How you holding up, Tiggy?
You dudes are totally blackmailing him.
Come on, let's get him to the desk.
What I feel, slamming up against what I should do.
I love you too, babe.
What'd you guys do?
If it's black, it'll stop.
Gemma.
Eli, is that you?
To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave...
Not yet, baby.
Me and Nero.
Yeah, no. I mean, seriously, I'd like to hang out with you guys sometime.
- No good without the face. - Got it.
To this town.
By the tree of life
I'm not sure.
Far beyond the skies
I ain't Oswald's boy.
I'm gonna tap into Caracara, add some star power to his stable.
Damn.
Can't get it.
You're not supposed to.
Sorry, I, uh, meant to drop this off earlier.
-Work something out how? -Yeah.
I don't blame them.
Salutations, gentlemen. Venus Van Dam, at your pleasure.