Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's your job.

[country music playing on radio]

You wanna go see your grandpa?

I'll kill you, Fred. - [groans]

We're out of places to hide.

Now you guys can go get the supper that you didn't earn.

♪ Backstage is full of parasites ♪

But that's life.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- You could have lost him.

No job, three kids, no food.

that and a loudmouth too.

[horse neighing] - Uh-oh.

The more they feel, the less they think.

♪ I'm gonna break again a million times ♪

Tate, come see your dad.

[horses neighing, cattle lowing]

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

- What are you doing?

♪ Where the working man does his best to provide ♪

on the concrete in front of you.

- You got a cowboy in mind?

[coughing, heaving]

[cheers and applause]

- And she wondered why I wanted her to move away.

You'll see a thousand of them come and go.

- Nah, little bigger than that.

- What do you think that chopper's doing?

It wasn't him, it was me!

- You want a beer? - sure.

- It's a gift that keeps on giving.

This is your family.

- [laughs] - Thanks for the beer.

All on its own.

- They come and go, Jimmy.

Go ahead and get down on both knees.

and you make them look at you.

Keep up, let's go. - I thought you said

- Then we don't have to talk about this again.