Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Where are you? -Mexico.

We have come to an understanding.

-More than a little glad. -I am not. It's horrible.

I am not letting you have that. I have worked too hard for it.

Thanks, blanca. You know, it's nice to be free.

Since when are you in the business?

-You fucked Raylene? -You know her?

I'm not. I'm fucking steel.

You look good on TV.

Ignacio Morello Jr. Supply.

Yeah, and the slot machine...

...andIor imprisonment...

Oh, who am I kidding? I need dick.

If light hits that and it gets refracted into your eyes...

I'm so happy for you both.

Bloom is off the rose, huh?

Don't make me sit on you.

-I don't do dick anymore. -Do tell.

-Fine. But you team up with me. -What difference does it make...

What am I supposed to say?

-I unlisted our phone number. -You sold General Lee.

Big party at my house, Nancy.

...in a tragic car accident?

I love you, but I've known Ms. Pac-Man longer.

Look where it got us. Sitting here in some storage locker.

You know, you should get one before you have to go.

She's not pregnant, Esteban. She has...

Hey, I know all the best rehabs.

Okay, this has happened before.

I'm a recreational user, okay? Fuck you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, some bitch told me I had to leave early.

That's three you owe me. Four if we count the balls separately.

Why didn't you tell me that?

I'm sorry about everything.