Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It didn't matter whether we were there on time, that van was gonna go.
-I'm not what? -A mature adult.
And the bartender looks at the man and says, "I wasn't talking to you...
Like, "I know, I could see smoke rising from your brain."
You're kidding. What kind of bet?
Bargaining for my son's life, I-- My son.
Definitely.
-Well-- -Listen.
Emily Greydon came to us prepared to spend $100,000 to save her son.
Maybe I'm saving up IOUs for the day I'm on the hook.
Oh, I see.
Hi, boss. Back from the dentist so soon?
-What are you talking about? -Who you're gonna let go.
Why, what a bold and original answer to a thorny problem.
It was taken a year ago, intended for an album cover.
-Yeah, you bet we do. -Shake.
-I'm gone. -Knew that.
I certainly owe both you and your associate an apology.
I rather doubt that the FBI would be interested in what I have in mind.
-Say what? -You heard me.
That's you.
All he wanted to do was sit on the front porch and look for strangers.
That's true, isn't it?
Maybe, just maybe, I'm trying to be nice.
Mom is nothing if not a great motivator.
...with the rest of the troops.
Not necessary.
David.
Speaking of fine figures...
...80 my father took him to obedience school, trained him to be a watchdog.
Strangers, huh? Looking for a zipless lick?
Is this a great moment in sports or what?
I was in the middle of talking and you walked out.
...I saw the opportunity to be rid of him forever.
-Are you letting me off the hook? -I don't know, maybe I am.
Maddie, I mean it.
Sorry, just had to get that last one out of my system.
-Sorry. -That's okay, I think I like it.
If anything ever happened to you, honey....
He's yours for the limboing and $3000.
Oh, I suppose.