Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

By drunkenness, hair-trigger violence, and a total lack of performance.

Well, then, how about a fried possum pecker?

Like the untamed wilditude of nature...

Welcome, y'all. Come on in and get your Glug on.

I'll take all you sons of bitches when I go

Steve, big dog. Here's the pot I've been growing on my property.

- Russell! - Yes'm?

Close your eyes.

Now, now you're ... with me. Nice one.

I reckon you could take my stuff.

No, no. That there is the Research Department.

But it needs a name. Something sexy, inviting, and sophisticated.