Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ They keep things loose They keep 'em tight ♪

He has epilepsy. He had an attack this morning.

Oh. I'm spreading it around.

...to get some medicine for my son, Freddie.

And he will set the record straight, categorically and unequivocally.

I've got, like, 15,000 left.

If I fire you for cause, like I should have done for the TV commercial, no bonus.

Thanks, Omar. Drive safe.

Finally got my cocobolo desk.

Be our own bosses. Heh.

...I have a pitch for you.

It's a lot of money. I know, I'm like a broken record, but it is.

- You can't deny that. - You deserve more than a lateral move.

This. Solo practice. Being my own man again.

We find an office, share the housekeeping costs, rent, electricity, everything.

...yeah. Colourful, I guess.

Well, he didn't.

We wanna put this guy away for years. The gun makes all the difference.

Thank you, Pop. For everything.

The gun was not Salamanca's.

- Western? Hustler? Pee Wee? - Hey, watch your mouth around the lady.

It's not your fault, buddy.

Broke two guys' legs right in front of me.

Watch the fish tank.

Separate firms under one roof.

Going good, Pop.

- Great. Oh, and I want a dolly this time. - What kind?

You're top-notch.

- How are we looking? - Oh, it's perfect.

You were right. It's time for me to be my own boss.