Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Lord says judge not.
Stupid son of a bitch dressed me up like a gorram doll.
And some of it can't be quantified.
I am a Shepherd.
What are you...?
Some of these words, they're misspelled.
Of course. They got what they wanted.
We left them back there.
- What's sanguine mean? - Sanguine, hopeful.
I consider this fun.
It doesn't matter what you want. He's dying.
Maybe everything I have is right here.
Come on now, let's get you clear of the work.
Aren't you supposed to practise for your recital?
and he didn't wanna come in the first place.
Bring me light, and any supplies you have.
The witch must die.
- Dad, I didn't do anything. - You were in a blackout zone.
But when a man engages in clandestine dealings...
- What's your business? - We're a supply ship, freelance.
- He's worse off than that. - You know where to find what you need.
Is there a sickness here?
It's hard for you.
It was the best day ever.
It's, it's dirty and sharp.
- A code? - Yes.
He's just so...
- Saw things she couldn't. - No, River is not a witch.
We've been looking for a doctor for a good while, so things are ready.
- It's really gonna... - I know.
- She makes things not be smooth. - Right.
- She didn't mean any harm. - I never figured she did.
What's going on?
Matt makes things Not be smooth Right