Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on. Try it again, hotshot.
That's smart.
Guy working the ride said that she waited for a few minutes, and then she went to the arcade.
Find him!
God, if you don't know why, then you and me... are nothin' alike.
- What's so urgent, Dad? - You know Leo Kessler of Kessler Builders?
Hey, no fightin'. No fightin'.
There's no clip. Goddamn Juice.
Well, it puts Elliot in bed with Sam Crow.
Ju-Juice!
I'm sorry, Chief. I'm not sure what, uh-
personal justice collides with social and divinejustice.
- That's right. - Mm-hmm.
A little dopey- so to speak.
Things got weird. He got a little-
Oh. Two double "tranquiccinos" comin' up.
Do we really, really wanna be out there playin' some pro bono Lone Ranger?
Mm-hmm. Maybe he's just a little paranoid some of his country club cronies...
I'll be back.
- Jackson. - No, thank you.
We got a 200K deficit hangin' over our heads.
Just some water for these flowers.
You think he can really hear you?
- What does that do to business? - Ah, we just bought nine acres on the edge of Amador County.
Goddamn empty.
You didn't have anyone smuggle in that dose.
Where is she? Where is she?
- Thanks. - You got it.
- Thought crossed my mind. - Tearin' up the daughter of an important citizen like that-