Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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