Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ATF took away your shiny black sedan, making you drive your own car.
- Dr. Namid needs an assist. - I don't...
Bastard's got intel on where the Mayans might be setting up shop.
Should still be somebody there.
I have nothing to say.
And what do you want?
Jimmy's number two.
High roller.
...it's Maureen Ashby.
- No, we're good. We're good. - Happy hunting.
The truth.
- He shouldn't be here. - Why don't you shout it a little louder?
Hi. Kettle's still warm.
You think he'd lie to us?
He's a fighter. Scar on his belly.
Grab him. Get him. Hold him down. Hold him down.
- Hi, Bobby. - Nice to see you, man.
Jesus Christ, Jax.
Okay, these, uh, drugs we took from the rednecks, what are we looking at?
Hmm. Join the club.
I don't know and I don't care.
When Cameron killed Sack, he took Abel.
Booted off the Irish, stripped of your team.
Run.
Hello, sweetheart.
Hey, Wayne.
Before your Army boys offed him.
Good morning. Glad to see you're feeling better.
...but we have an emergency gastroschisis. Boy, 20 minutes old.
...I'm gonna track him down...