Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why didn't you tell me about not putting drugs in my car...
I've had a particularly challenging last 24 hours.
Try not to look homeless.
So she's going to be staying with us.
Doug, I'm sorry. You and Dana are having problems.
...the one person you and I have in common that I do know...
Yoro? I love Yoro.
You don't get your tooth back.
We'll get you a safe in there before you open.
And I'm the sprayer.
You make this go away.
One.
...our new friend Reyna has provided.
Nance. Hey, where the hell are you?
Please don't step on the gas again.
Dorado, marlin, shark.
I'm sorry, Celia.
...or Lento the criminal, or the Tijuana Police?
...what I might be wearing.
Actually, it probably was my fault.
And it was a moment of clarity.
Explain.
I got what the world would call a normal, boring job.
Yeah, she has trust issues.
Swarm. Swarm.
Leave a message and while you do it, imagine me listening to it...
Pay your fare, gabacho.
- Celia, get in the fucking Prius. - No, no, no.
That could have lead in it. Or asbestos.
- She fucked up. It's on me. - Oh, you damn right it's on you.
And it's really, really, really boring.
- There's a gun here. - Just a pickup.
- Sorry, Celia. - Sorry, Miss Hodes.