Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Put some road music on.
- What did this fucking thing cost?
- Who ordered the attack on you.
- Strange place for a meeting.
♪ You're running with the caravan of fools ♪
- No, I said you could get a pair of boots.
- That is not your choice.
- What do you want me to do about it?
That it's cruel, what I'm doing, sending you away.
- Jimmy.
Ain't that. - No?
[music]
♪ You'll see that I got all that you need ♪
- I'll just put in another one, you know.
It ain't "gotcha." It's "Yes, sir."
- Nope.
See you around, Jimmy.
I can imagine it's gonna be a bit tough for you
[music]
Okay?
[sighs]
We still have chess to play, you and me,
Help me, please!
- It's necessary.
I know you're up to your neck in shit
[grunts]
- I hate you.
♪ I ain't got much rhythm in my waltz ♪
- We know.
- Yeah.
- Of course you do.
- It's up to you. He's your pet.
- Yeah, we're just stubborn that way.
and then I put people together on the outside.
- It's okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
The trucking fees are eating me alive, Kayce.
- Yes. - A little Shane Smith.
- You lucky son of a bitch. - Lucky son of a bitch.
- What if it falls off?
[music]
[groans]
Please!
- What? No. Have you trotted a horse past a mirror lately?
- Ohh...