Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

O the land of an unclouded sky
-What? Really? -Lot of cock.
First bite of the apple's gotta be tasty.
According to the preliminaries...
The dirt never touches you.
- Sure. Why not? - Oh, yeah, absolutely.
I'll call you back.
You be able to stitch me up here, doc?
The beatdown was obligatory, not angry.
Just put it in the back. I'll take it to his house.
He's a big boy. Maybe like four hours.
Sounds like a solid lead.
- Uh, Nero sent me. - Yeah, come in.
...and I'm not gonna let you sabotage it.
Hey.
Thought I'd get resistance about Diosa.
I ain't Clay.
Okay.
Next week.
- How long do we have? - Pfft.
I'll drive myself.
You trust this guy?
I know how important Charming Heights is to you.
Not now.
Turns him into something he's not.
All right, the meeting's all set with Galen and the cartel.
On three.
Don't be so sensitive, laddie.
-We just happened to be there with a camera. -All right.
I'll be in touch.
I trust you gentlemen worked things out.
Maybe you do have some Irish blood left in you, boy.
Oh, that was all Tara's fault, huh?
Well, now you know what they can do.
You getting in bed with the club?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act.
You're welcome.
Okay, boys.
Yeah.
Of course, man.
- Thanks, man. - Jesus.
-Now? -Yes, ma'am.
I appreciate it, but I'm a diabetic. I can't eat that.