Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, what's left of it. Right?
Three hundred and twelve thousand and counting.
Really?
You might wanna take care of that one yourself.
Mrs. Esteban Reyes.
Come here, Sue, you filthy little ghost whore.
And you know what I said?
He has brioche made for me every morning, it's my favorite.
Nice to meet you.
You like it?
"Blessed are you who has kept us alive, sustained us...
I know I got a ways to go. I'm in this for the long haul.
-Fuck's sake. -Please step away from the car.
Fine. I'll take it myself, boy scout.
He threatened us because his take's been light.
Growing up, young George lived by one rule:
Well, I am sorry to disappoint you.