Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm the one he kidnapped!

Marty, we've gotta get ahead of this,

That would have been a very bad idea.

A fucking baby! It's all just so fucked up.

I get caught, I go to fucking jail.

We think the Snells poisoned the cartel's dope.

Is that homework?

-I'm sorry you feel that way. -Yeah.

Charlotte, will you let your brother know that dinner's ready, please?

-[chuckles] Ooh! Business been good. -Fuck, yeah.

I'll show you what we do. Come on.

-The Snells. -What about them?

They'll come after us.

Mason asked us to help him out.

Do your superiors know that you were supplying drugs to Rachel?

I'm not sure I know who my parents are anymore.

and then he goes missing.

we need to get the casino over the hump, and then we can make things right.

I don't. It's a commodity, like everything else. Should I buy it?

-Yeah, dude. I gotta run. Marco. -Hey.

Well, I can't even afford that, so...

The nature of salvation. Gave me a lot to think about.

Do you know what? Just...

Did it not occur to you to ask me first, Wendy?

Nah, I'm good, man.

I want my office back.

Charlotte, I know things have been crazy,

-What, you get a family rate? -I guess they didn't tell you.

I don't doubt that for a second,

Some coffee would be great, though, please.

Petty is not going to be bothering you anymore.

and helped launder it through a Guyanese charity.

We went up to Jeff City looking for him, but he wasn't on his regular corner.

-Ma'am. Ma'am? -What's wrong with her?

Enlighten my eyes...

We are different from them.

Look, we're gonna get most of the money back,

That's, like, probably my favorite American novel ever.

We know how much he loved that baby.

Not like what you do.

You're a good man, Marty. You are.

Excuse me. Could you unlock that case for me? Thanks.

Turn off the lights when you leave.

How do you feel?

-I don't want that shit. -Well, suit yourself.

Are you trying to tell me something?

I really appreciate it, but, uh, I can just catch me an Uber.

that is, until one of his informants blew his cover.

-We ready? -Mm-hmm.