Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell me your name again, pretty girl?

My father wouldn't know the future if

This is for my son Charlie.

His sense of humor was always somewhat... baroque.

What does that mean?

But sometimes I think we're simply not the ones who deserve it.

Then why should I help you?

(DOLORES PLAYING CHOPIN ON THE PIANO)

You're right. This place is a fantasy.

Why do you do this?

There is something beyond that.

You have quite the eye, my friend.

We'd need an army to break through.

We'll need allies.

You and Charlie have quite a lot in common, you know.

You would be my first design.

he doesn't want this to be easy for me.

You told me a lot about Charlie.

Our arrangement's been a perfect fit.

And if you want to get to Glory, you won't be looking for His favor.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

It's leverage. He's drowning. We can... we can dictate our terms.

I guess the Pardue brothers aren't as

We're not exactly out here digging coal.

My fuckup of a son invested in this place

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You sent out for the entertainment.

I don't have time for the preliminaries.

I'll show you where I hung the Rothko.

Luckily, he leaves most of the prospecting to me now.

I think in 20 years this will be the only reality that matters.

We're bound for the future.

And I have had meetings all day.

You're a cheeky little cunt, aren't you?

There's nothing to talk about, friend.

Thought you might want him back.