Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

LOGAN: Hey.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
♪ Don't get it twisted I've been through hell ♪
-More than any of you, actually. -Oh, Roman, no one gives a fuck
Oh, right.
Uh... (SCOFFS)
to go back to Scotland for this dedication dinner.
Hey, can we get Jennifer on the first flight outta here?
You know, maybe you're right.
Excuse me? The woman who you barely know
Well, bullshit, but thank you.
My grandpa has made it clear
It's fine. It was just-- It was funny.
You know that I want this, and that I can do it.
-Fuck's sake. -I mean...
Dad's plaque thing.
We just tell him, all of us, we won't have it.
-I want you to meet my dad. -JENNIFER: Okay.
I'm a ding-dong, doodle-bug dipshit with a tit mouse dick
-ALL: (SCATTERED) Cheers. -CONNOR: Slàinte mhath.
Ah. Look who made it.
Everything okay?
(CLICKS TONGUE) Why?
who's been to meet me at my lowest moments...
the first fucking pancake.
It's not what you think.
Hey, I'm drowning in pussy and everything's golden.
-CONNOR: Remember? -SHIV: Huh.
...you've overplayed your hand.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
to honor my dad's life and work.
(TOWEL DISPENSER WHIRS)
(LOGAN GRUMBLES)
You leaning towards someone, say, like me
(CONNOR AND ROMAN LAUGH)
Uh, no, no, sorry.
I know she never would've approved of what you've become.
-(SUCKS TEETH) Fuck. -You okay?
No fear of the cost of legal action.
Guess you'll have to face your reckoning alone.
Je suis pas ta secretaire.
Basically, it was a fucking disaster.
-Look at you. -(SHIV MUTTERS)
the past, well, it's...
-SHIV: What? No. -Are you sweating?
The thing you think is ammo is not ammo.
Should we... get married?
And I wonder about the optics, but, uh
Pleasure to meet you.
Look, I know how you hate all this bullshit,
Yeah, this is why you don't hatch a plan with Connor,
We asked for a number. Any number.
Any chance you guys have the muscle to take us private?
(CHUCKLES) Okay. Uh...
-Logan's mother Helen. -ALL: To Helen.
Uncle Logs.
but I'm unbelievably proud to be your son.
All sorts of useful fucking words have gone that way.
-I'm Hibs. -You're Hibs?
Home was all over.
I mean, (CHUCKLES) uh... memorial.
Ken.W.A.
for us, you know?
Why don't we do just one more where...
(SHIV SNORTS)
Hearts, that's my dad's team.
It's gonna blow wide open.
Connor, we're ready for you.
-Really? -LOGAN: Uh-huh.
Way to ease us in, sis.
I don't know, maybe mention Rose,
YOUR NEWS OUTLETS OR YOUR CRUISE CRIMES
Then why are you fucking me about?
(SIGHS) It wasn't... what they say, you know?
(STUTTERS) Right, well...
-Uh-huh. -You remember...
(TAPPING ON GLASS)
HUGO: Short term question is:
You and Ewan were lucky to make it out to Canada.
But when we're out on the other side of this all...
Um... They're asking if you want to stay for lunch.