Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Selling guns without a license and displaying antisocial tendencies.
I think you're making it up.
The worst mess I've-- Huh.
[Larry] In jails I just clean up spills and fix things. That's hardly important.
Bureau would never approve it.
What's he like?
I'm trying to unload a single kilo to a single buyer at a hell of a discount.
But I like you, kid.
They cracked my cheekbone so I could still work. Where's my money?
16-year-old Rayna Rison disappeared
Oh…
and explain why I wasted taxpayer money in a cratered economy
They tore that house apart.
How was week one?
You were a big player in Chicago. Lived large.
[chuckles] He was convincing enough that I thought,
When Larry kills someone, he leaves no trace of himself behind,
Hall confessed to a crime that we know he didn't do.
I like vans
It's not okay. It's like--
Do you think he did any of it?
-You getting fresh with me? -Yeah.
Couldn't find a prescription for birth control medication in Rison's name.
When?
[chuckles] When I was a kid,
[stammers] He's a fucking guard. He'll get to me.
Remember that time I got a 20 point hand. Boomtown!
I found a motel that rents by the week.
I just piss in the bucket. Always seemed to do the trick.
[clears throat]
[clicking tongue]
All I ever do…
-Uh-huh. Yeah. -Was she w--
Son: Mom! Pause it! Mom:
You wanna discuss, uh, Rayna Rison?
The Miami were wiped out in 1812 at the Battle of Mississinewa.
Turns out they just up and let him do it to 'em again.
[Dr. Zicherman] Most prisons grow predictable with time.
My shoulder won't prevent me from making precision shots.
[no audible dialogue]
-What? -He'll walk.
But then I think, "Nut up, pussy. You're Big Jim Keene's son."
It's my… my mind.
Penetrate?
Oh. Right, sorry. Sorry.
[Jimmy] All right.