Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's who you are.
Don't ever see it different.
You, okay, let's go.
why the fuck that problem is still breathing.
This is your last chance.
- For an hour. I prepare for everything.
- ♪ Now it's time for you the shed your snake eyes ♪
- That who you work for?
[ groans ]
- Stick around, Rip.
- You'll never meet a man who's killed more men than me.
- It's going to be fine, Gator.
but somebody had better get drug through the sagebrush.
before they kill you.
What's that saying that cowboys use?
My office.
All right, get up, let's go.
- I'm on parole, Kayce.
- They ran us down on horses. Tried to trample us to death.
[ grunting ]
- Rip.
That's My DESK
♪ Lay on the table the rest of your lives ♪
- That sounds pretty good.
What's wrong with you?
- I'll do the giving.
- No, I gotta take Tate school shopping.
[ music ]
- No. Not too bad at all.
Now keep pushing until he does something else
every time I turn around?
- Let's go.
or else I'm just running for the rest of my fucking life.
- Shit! Clint, turn back!
That son of a bitch has something that belongs to me
I'm not ready to give up my career yet.
- Where you headed?
I don't know what the fuck to call it anymore.
- I don't know, I think there might be a little luster left.