Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you doin', Berkman?
(gasping)
We know you work for the Chechen mob.
-No! -What the fuck is this?!
Huh?!
Here you go, Mr. Johnson.
-(roaring) -(guards laughing)
love my daughter?
♪ ♪
Did Barry Berkman love my daughter, Gene?!
-Hello? -Jim Moss: (on phone) Gene. How we doing?
What the fuck?! Did you just poke me in the eye?
-(quiet snarl) -Akhmal: Fuck you...
(gasps)
-(music continues) -Quieres más?
-(animal chomping) -(laughter continues)
-(shouting in Spanish) -(unlocking door)
C-Cristobal?
Did Barry Berkman love my daughter?!
He knows everything, Barry.
They'll fly up in the box, they'll play as linebackers,
(all shouting)
some uncertainty, if you will, for the offense.
-(slides chair, sits down) -(Gene gasps)
The what?
I'm so sorry.
Berkman, drop the fucking gun!
Cristobal.
How much you get for that asshole over there?
Carr, the wide receiver, had to make the tackle.