Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're never gonna see my wife.
...almost any direction is a better direction.
I did not hurt Tara.
You mind?
You think that's wise?
Get a medical response right away. On the radio.
You're gonna have to get rid of that on your own, sweetheart.
- We got him. - Fiasco!
Do you?
Which means diverting a heavy police presence into Byzlat territory.
Oh, shit.
We meet the end we deserve, I guess.
He stabbed himself. He's dead.
It was. You piece of shit!
Morning. Uh, morning.
And the other one?
It doesn't matter what I think. I'm just an old lady.
It wasn't Teller who supplied the gun.
Let's go.
It ain't healthy. I'm doing what any mother would--
No! No! No!
Tell me what happened.
Breaks my heart...
Don't worry about her.
"District attorney forces victim's daddy to slit his own throat."
What are you gonna do?
I'm not gonna do this. Oh, it's too late for that, darling.
Bang another speedball in my arm?
Good.
It's for your own good.
Aye. We should head to Stockton, check in with Fiasco.
Look, doc.
You don't need to do that.
...everything happened.
And I know everything you do, good and bad, is about taking care of them--
And it ain't what's best for those boys.
Mm-mm.
I'm the dirty biker whore with a record.
On some level...
Listen, I'm swinging in the breeze here, Handsome Jack.
Do you think he can do it?
Well, then, you better call Roosevelt and tell him you ain't pressing charges.
Yeah. What happened?
A lot of things I'd do differently.
Maybe you can get our garbage picked up on time.
Thinking of a meme
Riding through this world All alone
I'm upset about you.
What if I can't find anything?
How are you feeling?