Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jesus, Marie.
We're interested in an RV that's registered to your name and address.
He hardly even comes home. He works all day, all night.
...and through the very same stacks.
Welded onto the back of a house. Well, that's classy.
So where are you? Are you at work?
I can hook you up, bro. I can totally get you an RV.
A bag, where he keeps it.
No police report, either.
- Let me talk to him. - I owe you?
No. No, no, no. Let me be clear. Let me be perfectly clear.
Then they weren't bad decisions.
Yeah.
What in the hell just happened? You're my lawyer, not his.
And you say tell him the truth.
Yeah.
Oh, I'm gonna say jack. I'm gonna say plenty.
That is one... enormous load of horse shit.
...minding my own business, when the man... The man...
Was that it?
- What? - For real, yo. Get it out of here.
You're telling me you can get me an RV?
I only got, like, 1400.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
...and maybe what he did, he...
No smoke, no smell, no waste. There's no cook.