Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
My mom?
Yeah, I'll tell the Lieutenant to wait for you.
So what did you...
So if you wanna make extra money plowing, see Cindy.
(SNIFFS)
MAN: Erstwhile on Fargo...
(GROANS) No, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
(READING NAME)
(SIGHS)
which I know the Lord tests you in all kinds of ways,
Out of gas.
(CONTINUES WHIMPERING)
Heck, sir.
Nothing.
that's the heart of the good book.
Just give me a damn ride! (GROANS)
Remember, God is watching. (LINE CLICKS)
Oh, sure, yes, sir. You could call Florence herself.
You're not being very nice.
All right.
Okay.
(CHIRPING CONTINUES)
(PANTING)
Yeah, Gus Grimly. From over Duluth.
LESTER: Chaz?
I said, "What, Minnesota's not cold enough for you?"
What?
Back... back to the car.
(CHUCKLES)
Just the check please. Thanks.
Coming in with a 313.
Sir?
You're gonna say it.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Package requested, Frank Peterson.
Hey! Here! Here!
turn around and put your hands on your head.
(RADIO CLICKS ON)
And... you know, he and I talked is all.
"I, Lester Nygaard..."
You know what this is about.
A guy like you, Lester... small town, small time...
A family vehicle. A baby in a car.
Him who?
I said we're not a taxi... Please, I just... I just need...