Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just finished loading up the car.
May I go now, Captain Till? My work here is finished.
He doesn't want to leave the house, Mom.
and high walls of flame,
Heylia makes these deep-fried turkeys.
if it all burns down?
Heylia's Compassionate Care.
- What's that? - My turtles.
They say arson is a sexual crime.
Damn, Heylia, you get nervous around a barbecue.
You're white. You're smart, pretty.
You were banging around in there like a pinball.
- She's got a great ass, your mom. - Don't be gross.
You took care of the bikers, didn't you?
No shit?
OK, I'm over her.
- My house is about to burn to the ground. - You got insurance?
- Unbelievable. - Yeah.
FEMA's gonna set them up at the Marriott.
And it goes like that, just over and over, all the way south to Mexico.