Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nance. Hey, where the hell are you?
...what I might be wearing.
Doug, I'm sorry. You and Dana are having problems.
That could have lead in it. Or asbestos.
Actually, it probably was my fault.
We'll get you a safe in there before you open.
You don't get your tooth back.
...our new friend Reyna has provided.
I've had a particularly challenging last 24 hours.
Try not to look homeless.
Swarm. Swarm.
And I'm the sprayer.
Leave a message and while you do it, imagine me listening to it...
Why didn't you tell me about not putting drugs in my car...
You make this go away.
- Sorry, Celia. - Sorry, Miss Hodes.
- She fucked up. It's on me. - Oh, you damn right it's on you.
Dorado, marlin, shark.
Pay your fare, gabacho.
Explain.
One.
Yeah, she has trust issues.
Please don't step on the gas again.
So she's going to be staying with us.
And it was a moment of clarity.
...the one person you and I have in common that I do know...
- Celia, get in the fucking Prius. - No, no, no.
...or Lento the criminal, or the Tijuana Police?
I'm sorry, Celia.
Yoro? I love Yoro.
And it's really, really, really boring.
- There's a gun here. - Just a pickup.
I got what the world would call a normal, boring job.