Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put Phil and V-Lin on the gun warehouse.

...I watched a bunch of niggers burn my daughter alive.

MC caught the blowback.

Hangout or headquarters? Not sure.

No, no, it's all right.

Your commitment spooked him. Then unspook him.

Thank you. Here, take that.

Are you certain about Wendy? No. I am certain about the alternative.

Sheriff's picked him up.

What's going on? Morning visit from the Hitler Youth.

That weight you don't wanna take on? No, Mama.

No. This is on me. It's my wreckage.

Son of a bitch. He means brains.

At some point I'm gonna ask a few questions.

Do you know a Ms. Erin Byrne?

...said they saw a Ford pickup truck drive away from the scene.

...that goes a long way if we find something in your truck.

You won't. Till he's out of protective custody. Someone wants him alive.

Former president turning state's evidence.

That's all I could remember.

Who's she so afraid of?

Sorry. I pushed for it. Table said no.

I just got so much shit going on here.

Call it what you want, but you make money off of the low self-esteem of broken women.

Roosevelt knows you had nothing to do with that.

We gotta find out who they are.

I was hoping our SoCal brothers could help us with that.

We'll deal with the Irish after Darby.

Well, why would we wanna talk with you?

No, I get it. I do.

...the gentlemen who have been visiting Otto are stopping by to see you too.

My name's Al Whiteman. This is my boy, George.

Let me tell the club.

I will let you know if and when we need more guns.