Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A new sign.
Do you mind if I have a beer?
Aren't you counting your chickens just a little early, sport?
- I told you many times... - I know. You was wrong.
Renee, Dwight. Dwight, Renee.
Vera, I don't want to talk about this right now.
Yeah, I copied it from a picture in Modern Screen.
Fine. It's doing just fine.
How come a girl like you would let a lowlife like Ray Escobar...
...they're gonna stop any more deliveries.
Damn it. If I'd known you was gonna quit on me like this...
Dwight. Dwight.
- Let me see. - It's right there.
You don't mind if I call you Nadine, do you?
I'll bet you that she's got a husband that's even dumber than she is.
I got an idea.
You went 90 miles an hour backwards without getting us killed.
Oh, God, Vernon. Vernon!
He figures it's better to have a small piece of a sure thing...
You told me a dozen times how you keep that gun...
I knew those gals wasn't the smartest...
Why is nothing ever easy?
Wait here. I'm gonna get the pickup. I'll be right back.
No reason.
We came all the way out here, and you don't even have the keys with you?
And, well, you know what a fraidy-cat I am of the dark.
Vernon.
You fixing your hair different these days?
Oh, God.
You don't ever look at the big picture.
Hey, wait a minute.
All right, what's the deal?
Well, a couple of weeks ago, Vera asked me to pick up this stuff...
Vernon's gotta go.
...and the son of a bitch I was dealing with tried to double-cross me.
...you got another thing coming.
...belong to Buford Pope. We're formally charging him...
I've been undercapitalised, that's all.
You know...
Put something over these sons of bitches so they don't get out.
...that she's got some kind of deal going here.
This place looks like pure-D dog shit, don't it?
It's not. Could I come in and talk to you for just a minute?
I swear, I never saw anything like the way you drove that car tonight. Never.
I can't do that. I'll tell you what I will do...
- Is something the matter, honey? - No, no, everything's fine.
The thing is, though...
Honey, don't do that.
- Vernon, is this gonna work? - No.
I know you're in there. I can hear you moving around.
Do you know what the penalty is for something like this?
I'll give your wife free manicures.
Hon, we gonna have us a baby. And you know what that means?
...you could have married just about anybody.
I figure, right now it can't be worth more than $600 an acre.
...for a bunch of pictures. And I'll bet you that's not all he done.
I ought to tell you, the Lone Star people called.
Now hand it over.
Vernon, be honest with me.
Five, 10, 15, 16, 17, 18.
I was on my way to tell my wife to call the police.
Floyd, you don't get those car keys out here...
That happens to be Renee Lomax.
Dwight? Yeah, it's me. You got the money?