Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am so proud of me.

- Retail. - You think my mom's dealing cocaine?

...because I can't do this alone. I do this as a "we."

I assume the presentation...

- Celia. - Oh, ain't we fancy?

Tried waking you for nookie, but you sleep like a corpse.

If it wasn't for Celia Hodes, I'd be back in the air in 30 days...

You may have actually gotten the wrong sandwich.

Because if meat even touches the weed, I can't smoke it.

...the people you work with...

We ran your insurance info a few times, and it's not exactly accurate.

Secure space, where people can't wander in.

You and me both.

I do what I'm told by men with semiautomatic weapons.

...and mine's weak and addiction-prone.

It wasn't a castle. It was a lump of sand.

I think that merits some "cock-amole" on her "face-adilla."

We have no intention of abandoning you.

I love the moment right before, you know, when you're still looking at it --

I'm on the run, but it's nothing. Just a little embezzlement.

We should talk about you.

We don't play that shit in here.

What seems to be the problem?

Exactly. This is supposed to be a pot tunnel.

...charity waits.

That's too early, Shane. You're too --

I'm gonna have that fucking combination changed.