Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, here are the keys to the van.
I'm gonna ask if she can pee in the house.
- Come on. - Uh-huh.
Sorry. There's a lot of data flying around.
It's my car.
- My wife did. - Dawn Trimigliosi, from Scottsdale.
- What do you mean, "Ha"? - As in I bet U-Turn and I win.
Can we all talk without the guns, please?
Search his car, hit him with your flashlight.
Where is the fucking gas pop-up thing?
Where is the... Where is the dry-cleaning?
- You fuck you! - Whoa, hold up!
How did you even get into the safe?
- Oh, really, how do you know? - Dana won't fuck anyone.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
OK, after you finish your sandwich, go to the big parking lot out back
- Peter. - We kill each other, then
for gas money, because...
Surprise, it's me, Celia.
- How do you know? - You just told me.
Get beat up much?
- Thanks for keeping me company. - Where are we going?
Wife-fucker.
You hold it! There it is.
What do you call these?
I got kids here.
If the police find him first, and you fucked up my bounty,
Silas's phone, Celia speaking.
I'm offering you a great deal here, take it.
Fuck.