Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Work something out how? -Yeah.
Salutations, gentlemen. Venus Van Dam, at your pleasure.
Sorry, I, uh, meant to drop this off earlier.
I trust you.
Not yet, baby.
Can't get it.
Put him down. Put him down, Jax!
Yeah, no. I mean, seriously, I'd like to hang out with you guys sometime.
To this town.
What I feel, slamming up against what I should do.
We gotta figure out that endgame.
What'd you guys do?
There will be no shitting while I'm this close to that ass crack.
I'm not sure.
Eli, is that you?
All right. Thanks, Juicy. That's great.
My grandmother's dead.
I'm gonna tap into Caracara, add some star power to his stable.
Come on, let's get him to the desk.
To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave...
I love you too, babe.
- No good without the face. - Got it.
If it's black, it'll stop.
You mean one where the man carries a gun and is hardly ever home?
You're not supposed to.
Mm.
You dudes are totally blackmailing him.
I buried my best friend three days ago, and as cliché as this sounds...
-I'll give you another grand. -Two. Okey-dokey?
How you holding up, Tiggy?
You think I'm going to let you set up a prostitution ring in one of my properties?
I don't blame them.
Damn.
Me and Nero.
If we can't prove the goods are stolen, we gotta cut them loose.
No, he's just fat.
Gemma.
By the tree of life
Far beyond the skies
I ain't Oswald's boy.