Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe you have some friends there.
-I can't flee. -Why not?
Out of my life, out of my tent!
Go fuck yourself.
Something smells amazing.
No. He must have a lot on his mind.
I don't have a Facebook page.
-Shall I call your father now? -Tell Daddy Dean I want 200,000.
-Roberto, you do not have to take this. -Rodolfo.
-There's another door. -Oh, right. The other door. Okay.
-I'll talk to you soon. -Oh, yes.
I'm not comfortable. I don't know where I am.
I have your wife, Celia.
It's for your own safety and that's the end of it. You're going.
You fucking bitch.
And how often does she hit you, Rodolfo?
This is your baby.
We should grow in Cincinnati National Forest, Silas.
What are you gonna do? Sit around, wait for them to kill us? You?
Let's just forget all this silliness and go have rehydrating facials.
Why do you let her do that to you?
You must be punished.
...what the hell is going on here?
-You so are. -I gotta go. Shit's blowing up.
They're all on Anne Frank. Do you know how depressing that is?
-Andy, do something. -What? I gotta check the bread.
Used to take my family camping every year.