Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Playing it by ear. To be determined.
...but your nephew got mixed up with some pretty nasty customers.
They want this guy like the axe wants the turkey.
You want your exponential growth...
What happened to my masturbator? You got me all turned around.
Look at you. Mouth open, vocal chords a-twitter.
Okay. That's cool.
Faith and begorra. A fellow potato-eater.
Mr. Mayhew?
You okay?
What have you been telling him?
Okay, so if a prison shanking is completely off the table...
I have spent my whole life scared.
This is who he hires?
That's 505-164-CALL.
No shit. Right now, you're Fredo.
I know.
...might happen, might not happen.
He's gonna sing like Celine Dion regardless of what you do to me.
Baby, not now.
...but now that the DEA is involved...
It's like Colonel Kurtz holed up in his jungle.
Where the hell is Jimmy?
Come on. Have you seen my hourly rate?
Hold it right there. Don't move. Stay down.
I will give you the best criminal defence...
I had a good job until my boss accused me of stealing.
I understand that.
DID YOU KNOW THAT UNICORNS HAVE RIGHTS? CONSTITUTION SAYS YOU DO!
What are you doing, detective, talking to my client without me present?
How you doing?
The buy is set for tomorrow.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.
Hey
I was the guy who was selling meth. Allegedly.
...there's gonna be some unexpected problems with the prosecution's case.
I mean, Brandon fell head-first into the doo-doo pile...
Right on.
Text book bust!
Schrader, I'm blocked.
- All I got is a five. - I'll take a five.
How about over there. That brown van.