Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think we can make a deal.
Who got a knucklehead?
Jesus Christ. Clay...
No baseball games, no school stuff...
- Sorry, Mother. - Come on.
There you go. Okay.
Shit!
- Where? - Kitchen.
So,
Hey, jerky-jerky man!
- Who's that guy with the cops? - That's your ATF guy.
I want to talk to Otto.
That restraining order is still in effect.
I know.
This is me.
You sure this is the place?
Listen...
or your mom's gonna be stuffing gunpowder up my ass.
Do me good to see that. Appreciate what I got.
That guy was at the hospital last night watching me with Abel.
Now, when I call your number,
He got out?
Originated in South Chicago,
Answer him.
Look, we both got jerked around here. Now, I need real cash.
You bow out of the egg toss?
I got scared, so I blew the whistle. I cut a deal.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get this into a helmet?
Chuck.
The hand on the dick, what's the deal?
Hey, who's that guy behind the grill?
Well, you keep an eye on him.
Ain't gonna be a cakewalk.
So I hear you got an offer I can't refuse.
- What...? - I'm sorry.
Little Harry looks like he knows his way around a gun.
No doubt.
My family plan is right out of the Sid and Nancy handbook.
I love jerky-jerkoff.
Well, I'm glad your ass is feeling loved.
Shit!
Who's next?
Otto wants his 25 to go to Luann.