Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can use my office.
Thank you, Elliot.
...since Jax figured out that you killed Donna.
Ratted out my nephew.
Riding through this world All alone
- Hey, why don't you get Hale to help? - All right.
- Notice you got yourself one of them. Yeah, we do.
Aw, shit.
Guard!
You ain't gonna get nothing but the same truth.
That face and body, get you a lot of store credit.
I need you to track down the he/she. I'll take it from there.
You really are the smart one.
- Maybe you weren't thinking clearly. - That sounds like a judgment call.
Oh, shit. It's going down!
I never saw it, never gave it to you.
Let me have the IRA.
Good night.
...any collateral damage in your town, David.
Understand y'all got safety concerns.
Relax, hot dog.
Time don't mean shit.
And everything returns to normal.
- Yes, you are. - Right.
My guy's not into the underdeveloped-tween thing.
Russell's waiting.
That bitch over there in protective custody.
Well, I don't know anything about the IRA.
- Sure, baby. - I'm sort of shy.
Well, I'm gonna need some time to reach outside.