Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Keep the fanny pack tucked inside your hoodie...
It doesn't feel like Silas.
The cheapest way is to tap into the plumbing through here...
- Congratulations. - Yeah.
...I'll ruin you.
It's important to know our neighbors to the south.
The part where you sit there wondering just how fucked you are.
- Seriously? - You left a vacuum, Nancy.
...some market research. But now that you mention it...
And now with the wife gone...
- You wanna sell drugs? - I have to leave my guesthouse?
...stop embarrassing your fellow brethren.
Thank you, Cesar.
We don't get many bean counters volunteering.
...and a strange tattoo on the upper-left cheek of your backside.
Fuck your Miata with a strap-on, little bitch. We getting an Escalade.
...have been dropped, per my recommendation.
- Can I throw rocks? - No, sir.
I want my own fucking bathroom.
Mom, why are you Googling the mayor of Tijuana?
- Xanax? - No Xanax. Restylane.
We could save money if we didn't use a contractor. I could do it.
And then we'll knock down this wall first.
What the hell?
How about you give me their names and their phone numbers?