Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I love my dickhead son.
Money's flowing in like this morphine in your arm.
- What in the hell is this? - The Softail Deluxe.
You are definitely not a ma'am. No, ma'am.
This project is on hold until there is a full report on the dirt shrew,
Previously on Weeds.
So, am I in? I promise I'm gonna be your number-one sales person.
We must be long-lost twins.
How drunk are we?
I don't know, but it's in red, so it's from pretty high up.
How do you think he's doing? His father's dead.
Ich warte immer noch auf Dich!
- Is he going to be OK? - He's lucky to be alive.
I mean, I did stalk you.
Fair enough. I could use a little something. It's so hard to see him like this.
Go on.
The bad-boy drug dealer who drives all the good girls wild?
Hello.