Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And neither can I. It's a-- Gotta go. Bad timing.
Well, speak for yourself, because I am just fine.
-I don't trust anybody. -That's gonna make it hard...
What's the word? Extraneous.
I'll be there in a sec.
I'll find you when I know more. We don't wanna overwhelm her.
And you're getting married.
Every indiscretion.
But it would still be best if you stayed in the background.
Told me I should have sent them away.
Nice. Come on.
Adelita's a junkie.
Okay.
Sure, it's no problem. I'm your boy, right?
-There you are, you feral bitch. -Stop right there.
Until the next time you think a cop's watching you.
And if you screw me on the deal...
Okay.
I should go to prepare for the party tonight.
-How did she do it? -She had a team.
-Gloating. -A little.
Well, then, I will.
...and then pay me back in a timely fashion.
Digging the hair. You got this whole crazy-gypsy thing going on.
Hey, fuck you, man.
-Maybe you're not cut out for this. -No.
No. Do you hear me?
Previously on Weeds:
-Yes. -You could be having a stroke.
-Sexy? -Yeah. Sexy.
-Okay, ready? -I'm not sure.
Hey-- Half my body's gone numb.
Oh, come on, now. I hear she speaks three languages.
I did.
We'll see.
Yes, I heard. Congratulations.