Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You, um...
[gulping]
He's all yours.
♪ Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain ♪
Look, I'm going to tell you something.
That's right.
♪ Hey darlin'! Sleeping on the blacktop ♪
And don't let anyone outwork you.
Jimmy's kicked out of the bunkhouse
- I don't need a fucking warrant.
♪ Tea's pouring from the spout of the pot ♪
- I want to watch him reach the pavement.
[Sleeping on the Blacktop by Colter Wall]
- Naw, the gun's fine.
- Llamas.
and say that you don't have anyone, Jimmy?
I don't have a family, I don't have anyone.
Man: Where are you taking me!
It's you who's making him scared.
♪ If it's loving, pretty baby ♪
Learn some fucking manners.
- Why the back of the head?
- Hey, Carter's done for the day.
You don't have any room in that big fucking thing?
♪ You'll see that I got all that you need ♪
- Yeah, that's exactly what you should do.
♪ And the cracks of this roof ♪
[horse whinnies]
Where's Walker at, Lloyd?
Is the gimp all packed up?
- He won't last a week. - Unbelievable.
♪ String band playing worn out honkey-tonks ♪
♪ Hey darlin'! Running through the trees, honey ♪
You're making it worse just letting him stay under there.
- You're claiming an ag-exemption, aren't you?
You can't put me in here!
That violates his easement
- This him?
- Be safe.
Four. That's it.
the place you're going to.
♪ Rain's pouring through the windowpanes ♪
- I can get anything I want? Really?
- Fuck you. - All right.
- It's coming.
[Caravan of Fools by John Prine]
- That's my inheritance running around in circles.
'Cause you look like a drunk cat trying to fuck a football.
- What? What are you talking about?
- You know what I can do?
Me neither.
That's my stomping grounds.