Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sure you know what you're doing?
And the first bullet...
I don't know, man. Mayans and Sons, that's some real Arab-Jew shit.
I'm not an idiot.
I called his cell phone a dozen times...
- Shit. - Shit.
Anybody opposed?
Nords and Mayans were the away team.
you all sit down with the Mayans in your own territories...
I didn't see this coming.
Hey, Relax, Huh? Shit Happens, Man.
And someone better start thinking clearly before both of you get hurt.
Yeah. I'll watch her.
# All alone #
If the penicillin kills the infection, he should make it.
You heard what-You heard what Clay said. Family stays put.
it all lands in our favor.
- What went south? - That spick name don't ring a bell.
There's only one thing that's gonna make this work.
- Have a drown. There you go. - Take him out?
She's not there. Don't go looking for her, either.
What do you want me to do? How can I help you?
We've been waiting for those medical supplies, man.
But this isn't me being some overbearing bitch.
Hey.
And that puzzle piece you couldn't see...
I need back in.
I've been calling you.
- Let him in. Shut those doors. - Oh! My arse!
Until we see where this lands, you stay put, understand?
Got intel on all of it.
Save both of you from something bad.
You and Jax are obviously reconnected.
Look, man, I'm fine. You should go after her.
Arrest the white guy. Let the wetbacks and coons shoot up whoever they want to shoot up.
- Ah, Jesus! Shit, shit, shit! - Jesus!
At his house, in Charming.
- Are you Irish, Doc? - Half.
You guys need guns, right?