Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(slides chair, sits down) -(Gene gasps)

Here you go, Mr. Johnson.

They'll fly up in the box, they'll play as linebackers,

love my daughter?

-(animal chomping) -(laughter continues)

Berkman, drop the fucking gun!

We know you work for the Chechen mob.

What the fuck?! Did you just poke me in the eye?

-(music continues) -Quieres más?

-Hello? -Jim Moss: (on phone) Gene. How we doing?

Carr, the wide receiver, had to make the tackle.

some uncertainty, if you will, for the offense.

-No! -What the fuck is this?!

-(shouting in Spanish) -(unlocking door)

How much you get for that asshole over there?

Did Barry Berkman love my daughter?!

What are you doin', Berkman?

-(roaring) -(guards laughing)

He knows everything, Barry.

-(quiet snarl) -Akhmal: Fuck you...

Did Barry Berkman love my daughter, Gene?!