Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Are you retarded? - No!

I'll see you in a couple of days.

Look at this shit.

I think it's gotta be about us.

Didn't trust her then. Don't trust her now.

That's right. I'm the goddamn chief.

Started the sports book with the escorts and the strip clubs.

- You ever been to Ireland? - Shut up.

Well, truck's out back. It's all good.

but if you're gonna use one...

- He still pouting? - Who, Tiggy? Why don't you give him the sweetbutt?

How's he doing?

I don't want you out rogueing with this guy, you hear me?

Hard to get lonely. My dad was a bit of a pack rat.

We've taken every precaution to stay out of A.T.F.'s crosshairs.

It's my way of saying sorry.

Unfortunately, you're driving the precious cargo.

Clip a truck from Unser's tonight. Make it look like you stole it.

I'll call Unser.

- You guys remember Bobby. - Bobby.

You all right, brother?

Come on! Hauling barrels. Let the prospect go with Juice!

So, Mayans spotted us.

Got a strip club out on 95. Huge basement. Private.

Yeah. Clay has some of the locals convinced...

# We call her American dream ##

You can talk to him yourself. He's on his way.

- Bitch has a mouth on her, you know? - Sure. I get it.

# You're on your own #

- Be my guess. - And we've got a garage full of 25 to life.

Look, you know I'll drive out there.

It was in the garage under two tons of old newspapers.

Your dad was real handsome.

#On the devil's bed #

I hate all of you.

- What are you talking about? - I'm on my way back, and I'm not alone.

Oh, Daytona, as in 500?

I got anything to worry about?