Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mm‐hmm.
It was a being. It was covered in hair.
Yeah. All right.
(whispers): Dad! Wake up!
You know, people leave here all the time.
You know, eat catfish and... walk around,
wherever you are, eating lots of catfish.
It's your OCD. It's all flared up.
You're gonna make me cry. Fuck. Wreck my war paint.
‐It's me. ‐Ah, Nephew.
Goddamn Daniel.
Fuck, maybe they'll give it back.
WILLIE JACK: You always feel like it.
‐I'm tired of doing this boring‐ass shit! ‐Daniel.
Even if it's a cute little puppy, you send
LEON: Hopefully they don't have us on camera.
I never seen 'em, so I just started hunting the land.
MMA? No. Too many bodily fluids.
if you can't pronounce the names of the chemicals on the label...