Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Buried one this morning. Cheap seats. Should still be fresh.

I never should've led you to their gun warehouse.

Morning, kids. Deal with the Niners has officially closed.

Everyone's twitchy as hell, man.

Make it fall off the truck, boys.

It might be a minute before we're up and running.

- # Find another man in another place # - Yee-haw!

- They really cremate bodies here? - Yeah, we do.

She loves a good punch up her knickers.

What did you do? Threaten to rape his daughter?

- All about the Benjamins! - Hey-

I'm not cremating anything until the end of the week.

- But we need Skeeter to do us a good deed- - Mm-hmm.

Gamblers Anonymous. Three-Three-Three months now.

- Made a shit call. - Yeah, I'm the one who should've been there...

I don't know how to get in front of this shit.

Really? Shit. Well, you got a deal.

# Was the son of a preacher man #

- Define "okay." - We're taking her through sedated detox.

- How long is he gonna be in that thing? - Could be weeks.

I haven't had a chance to talk to you much...

Something you might be able to get for me.

We need each other.

I'm not some whore.

I'm all about the service, darlin'.

Well, what's up?

before you found another distributor.

You know any Bible passages about lost semen?

I'll make it worth his while.

Make it look real!

- Maybe tomorrow night. - Sure.

Niggers suck Like so bad

You sound like my wife.

# Come and tell me Everything is all right #

# You're on your own #

Hale's not interested in friends.

That's that douche bag that cut us off.

- I'm Emily. - Right!

C.S.U. Team tests those bodies...

"blood and bullets are the rule oflaw...

All right, let's go!

All right? We should just do that, and then dump the bodies in Lodi.

What kind of nasty shit did your momma do to you?

Your father- He was a real good writer.

but we've got to let this shit settle down before we make our next move.

Bluebird Supply business card in his wallet.