Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, come on, now. I hear she speaks three languages.

Until the next time you think a cop's watching you.

Digging the hair. You got this whole crazy-gypsy thing going on.

Adelita's a junkie.

I'll find you when I know more. We don't wanna overwhelm her.

-Sexy? -Yeah. Sexy.

-Maybe you're not cut out for this. -No.

I'll be there in a sec.

Hey, fuck you, man.

Well, then, I will.

I should go to prepare for the party tonight.

And if you screw me on the deal...

-I don't trust anybody. -That's gonna make it hard...

-There you are, you feral bitch. -Stop right there.

No. Do you hear me?

Told me I should have sent them away.

And you're getting married.

Well, speak for yourself, because I am just fine.

What's the word? Extraneous.

Hey-- Half my body's gone numb.

-How did she do it? -She had a team.

Sure, it's no problem. I'm your boy, right?

Every indiscretion.

Yes, I heard. Congratulations.

And neither can I. It's a-- Gotta go. Bad timing.

-Yes. -You could be having a stroke.

-Okay, ready? -I'm not sure.

-Gloating. -A little.

...and then pay me back in a timely fashion.

Previously on Weeds:

But it would still be best if you stayed in the background.