Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(WACEY THUDS AGAINST DOOR)

who the local police 'bout now realize doesn't exist.

I'm a wanted fugitive, Joe.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

The real America.

Were they something much worse, too?

What about a grandparent?

(PHONE LINE TRILLING)

(BACKPACK ZIPPING)

still can't fully wrap my head around it.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

You do your part,

Okay, have fun.

Let's--let's just go back.

(FALCONS SHRIEKING)

An act of God, Vern?

about half a mile up on the left.

the drive-thru strip club.

There's a statewide manhunt looking for me, Joe.

Yeah, this is the place.

Maybe we could do that tonight.

power is gonna try to bite your ass back.

(PHONE BUZZING)

will be a blessing for every Western town it traverses.

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

I mean, I called...

It's what you've always done,

Oh, there's my little ballerina.

Where the hell is my chopper?

Where's my hunting license?

That's it, that's it, come on.

They bring opportunity.

(SIGHS) Mom, I'm just worried about April.

About as uncomfortable as my pregnant wife was

whatever you call yourself these days...

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

I think we both know that that girl's mama is long gone.

What's wrong, hun?

Yeah, what is that?

Least I could do is have your back

She's skittish, she's underfed, she's--

I could handle this for you.

We'll go get it, all right?

She has no one to take care of her.

I'm tasting the Chateau d'Yquem.

Now you think it's a good idea to dismount? Now?

This job is all I have, Vern.