Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, looking right at you, Lupe.
But come on, they gotta be roasting.
Yeah, that'd do it.
Lana! Have you lost your mind?
You need a helicopter.
...if she promises never to do this again, maybe over a drink?
Although the appropriate thing would be to buy me a thank-you drink.
Well? Well what?
Because hopefully you are with the
No shit.
...sent us to South Texas to capture an individual named Moreno.
Whoa.
But now I'm stuck with cat-puke green because you couldn't control Sterling.
Unless he got flung up into the blades somehow.
...and then it's, ha-ha, beep, and then somehow Pm the idiot.
...in the sunblasted shithole which is Texas...
...but let's, you know, deescalate the situation.
...so you can monitor the police band-- And not to sound racist again...
Keep that coming. That was my boss's boss's boss.
Oh, shit, I forgot there's people in there. Cyril, open the door, idiot.
Hey. Don't listen to him, you're beautiful.
You call headquarters, you say an innocent Amer--
But quit hogging the beads. I'm sure Marisol and Paz wanna pray.
We knew your strengths, and we also knew--
He's right here.
Now, then, I believe there was some mention of a thank-you drink?
Yeah, because I'm not an id-- Oh, no.
She's not fine. She's at least got a concussion.
Ow! Apologize to my tinnitus.
opportunity to apologize for that racial slur.
I bet at least three of these women are about to give birth.
Those documents are top secret.
Jesus Christ, I'm sorry!
They'll kill us. Uh-uh. Empty.