Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...andIor imprisonment...

Big party at my house, Nancy.

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

Don't make me sit on you.

I'm sorry about everything.

Yeah, and the slot machine...

Oh, who am I kidding? I need dick.

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

Since when are you in the business?

-You fucked Raylene? -You know her?

What am I supposed to say?

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

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

Hey, I know all the best rehabs.

I'm so happy for you both.

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

-Where are you? -Mexico.

I'm not. I'm fucking steel.

Why didn't you tell me that?

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

Okay, this has happened before.

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

You look good on TV.

We have come to an understanding.

...in a tragic car accident?

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

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

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

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

Ignacio Morello Jr. Supply.

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

Bloom is off the rose, huh?

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

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