Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Enough. Enough. All right? Your goddamn angst is giving me cancer.

Wake up. Here. Come on, wake up.

The hits- bad planning, sloppy work.

I heard your plea, loud and clear.

Ain't no reason at all we can't branch out.

Look, the other charters are on their way, all right?

Right. See what happens.

If you want to resurrect old trauma with this bitch...

Let's just get it done.

That was very sweet.

I'm still gonna sell to the Niners.

You gotta take him out. You promise me that.

- Mm-hmm. - Everybody in favor of the Mayan deal-

You take out that Mayan boss...

'Cause, you know, that would be gay.

I got nothing to hide.

# On the devil's bed #

Hey, Relax, Huh? Shit Happens, Man.

#Riding through this world #

You'll be all right.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Pop.

Alvarez double-crossed you.

Hefner's got a Sunday ritual.

I agree with Piney. McKeevy was a friend.