Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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