Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You look stunning in black.

Wait. It's cold outside.

Then, you will get a headache and leave.

So can I have it?

What do you say? Deal?

This is my pot and you owe me.

I'm not going anywhere, you know?

-You think this is a joke? -You took a fucking shot at me...

This feels good. A little lumbar support. This is great.

Fire sale. I'm out of here. I'm getting out of this business.

Do you see--? See my laptop over there? On my desk?

I'm totally addicted to that show Intervention.

The pollsters have told me otherwise.

Oh, she's here too.

-Why is he always here? -Afternoon.

The tuna poke is good.

You will not wear it again. Is that clear?

What happens to me?

No, Andy. Please.

You take my stuff on credit, you reopen that little shop...

Nancy, it's me. The cops are after me.

Everything is in front of us. So, just-- Oh, look.

You're gloating. You're glad Esteban's daughter's a drug addict.

Then you should do that.

If I was shot in my jerk-off arm, I'd be mad too.

Oh, don't mind me. Can you leave my house now?

Dean Hodes. Legal.

I'm thinking Greased Lightning or Melvin.

I enjoy the bubbles. I'm not gonna become an IV drug user.

Hey, Silas, come in with me.

I'll step outside so you can get undressed.

-I need your help. -Bingo.