Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[alarm blaring]

-Please. I just wanted them to trust me. -[Petty] Get the fuck up.

Really? You think I'm just heartless?

I'll be at the Golden Ridge. Goodbye.

[Ruth] No, not unless he's benching a flash drive and a bulk of cash,

Like, at first, I thought you and your husband were cool.

[woman on laptop] You heard his story.

You don't think I'm in charge here?

-It's the off-season. Not much to do. -Mm-hmm.

or count the bedbugs on the wallpaper. She kept her mind on her business..."

That's not funny.

-Ah, what about your son? -Oh, my son is none of your business.

[Wendy] Look, I know the feds are the ones that are shutting us down. I know that.

Don't need rec letters to go there.

[indistinct conversation continues]

I'll talk to her.

It is my responsibility, Miss Langmore, to pick the winners.

[laughing] Don't worry. I don't think I could even if I wanted to.

It was immaculate. There was no luggage anywhere.

Just get some rec letters and send it.

Get the fuck out of here.

-Oh, really, motherfucker? -Yeah.

Well, I don't want to be a "no" person without hearing the offer first.

Is that your thing?

Could you just cut him a break this once and write the letter?

-See ya. -[Rachel] Have a good one.

So fucking particular about every goddamn little thing.

the story you're about to see is true.

"No, there's nothing inconspicuous here.

[Marty] Buddy. [whispers] Buddy.

I had a bad feeling.

[Wyatt] Just the opening.

[Rachel] We're his little worker bees while his ass gets rich.