Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My mother does not remember ever laying eyes on your daddy.
Nadine?
...whenever you're ready to get serious...
Nadine, I love you like you was my own flesh and blood.
Sorry just don't get it done.
So I went to Mr. Pope. I mean, everybody knows he's a high roller.
Oh, my God.
It so happens I hid a couple of Lone Stars up there in that stiff's icebox.
Well, by a strange coincidence...
Floyd, the woman wants to talk to her husband.
And don't ask who it is, because I ain't gonna tell you.
Don't worry, hon. I fought like a tiger.
He says, as far as he was concerned, you were no-good white trash...
...all around town looking for you so he can settle this little misunderstanding.
- Yeah? - Mr. Escobar?
Fine.
I'm talking breaking and entering. I'm talking three to seven in Huntsville.
I left the keys at the shop.
Now, hon, this is not the time to start one of your stubborn streaks.
Okay. I know payday...
Do you see the keys to a new Buick convertible with white sidewall tires...
...we locked ourselves out of the motel room.
You wait and see. We pull this deal off, I'm home free.
Don't I get a say in the matter? I'm the daddy.
...that Playboy was bound to pay me.
Suit yourself, pal. It's right here.
I knew sooner or later you'd have to come out of there.
You picked a hell of a time to stop!
Just to be sure you behave yourself.
It's from Scarborough's.
...by stealing a map from the Highway Department for commercial gain.
Come on. It was easy.
You think I'd be driving in that if I could afford a new Buick?
You can break my arms, my legs. Won't do a bit of good.
...but I was wondering if we could get it on paper. An informal agreement...
...unless you have to.
- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.
Oh, goddamn it, man. You lost your mind?
My daughter.
Unless you hand over the goddamn map, I'll kill the both of you.
- Come here. - Don't mess with me.
All the time I was just thinking this is the end. I'd never see you again.
Mr. Hightower, if you think you can deal yourself into this...
I'm warning you, anything happens to Nadine...
- What's she doing here? - Thrilled to see you too, Dwight.
Vernon Hightower, I'm standing back here buck-naked.
I'm real sorry about this.
Let me have that bottle.
"Nadine Hightower's World-Famous Blue Bonnet Bar and Lounge."
I love you.
I hope you are not in business with Mr. Hightower...
You planning on us driving up to a 7-Eleven in a police car...
But I do not intend to stand around and see that baby get born without a daddy.
Come on, you little rat shit. I want my car!
Goddamn it, woman.
Trust me. I got a plan.
Mr. Escobar was stabbed to death in his studio...
First, it's in the worst location in all of Austin.
Toodle-oo now.
I'm gonna have to help her.
...I wouldn't have fell in love with you to start with.
Reverend, I told you the last time you were in this place that I would not...
...they were lots more artistic than I bargained for.
Blue Bonnet's about to turn the corner.
Hell, Cecil, you're not as dumb as the captain said.
What about this?
If you'd listened to me in the first place, we'd have saved lots of time.
- Remember? - Vernon, darling...
Mr. Hightower...