Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Then we gotta go to Fort Worth.

- How do you know?

and stay right where you are.

[clicks tongue]

- I don't know who any of these fuckers are.

♪ Hm-hm-mmmmm

Travis is giving you a ride down there.

- That's the different between 5000 and 300,000 right there.

♪ Three dead in a crash on the number four ♪

It's a hundred and ten in the fucking shade.

Two: you steal it.

You understand me?

- When you're ready.

you never had her, son.

than to shoot you in the back of the head and be done with you,

Nope, only race car drivers on the race cars.

Well, maybe you ought to strap it down, Jimmy.

- The lawyers? Oh, shit.

♪ High heel lady spitting at the nickajacks ♪

- You look like you snore.

- Hard to believe you can sell one of those

- No, not even close.

- This is Livestock Commissioner Dutton.

You represent my brand.

- Goddam you for putting me in this situation.

That it isn't fair.

You're lucky I don't drill a hole in the side of that barn

- You got a rope?

- Well, that's how it usually starts.

- Travis put one hell of a team together for you.

- Come on out and eat, okay?

- You know what you did wrong.

♪ The dark and distant drumming ♪

it would lawn-dart you into the cattle trough.

This is as even as it's gonna get.

and he won't eat peanut butter.

- He's about through it, I guess.

- Gotcha. - No, hey, hey.