Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- In your imagination, he's your brother.

I'm too old for that look you're giving me,

And I will keep trying until I get it right.

- Because then you're going to spend the whole day

your little bitch in the tank top.

- I could kill you.

- You're going to ruin everything, aren't you?

get some descriptions on those horses.

[grunts, shouting]

You miss what you thought you were.

But if you blow it, Lloyd...

No more girls in the bunkhouse.

- You know what I'd do, sir.

- Those are the Pryors.

- Where you taking them?

Hey, Gator, would you go out back,

Those places are polluted with a thousand fucking memories.

Shoot some in my mouth put some in my fucking arm.

Criminals should just be sentenced to moving.

Everybody in here.

- Hey, does that dog come with the house?

something bad is trying to stop it?

- I will. Tomorrow.

She's gonna love it.

- All right. - All right.

And you think you know what he is?

See you tomorrow.

- No, you're not.

and paint so I loaned her a shirt.

- So much for keeping it-- - You better watch it, boys.

And if I get tired I'll just flag down one of your cowboys.

♪ I ain't crying, that's West Texas in my eye ♪

her father spends time with.

- Fuck this place.

- She held a protest at the Livestock office,

- Our bodies aren't designed to digest it.

Put the knife down, honey.

[heavy breathing]