Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I do.
You puppy dogged my lady and she asked me.
Great.
- You get the door? - Mm-hmm.
A Kawasaki Mule and a few good border collies is all you need.
The procedure is to notify the county coroner
- Yeah, Texarkana. - Which side of the river?
How is that ranch still there, that's the...
No, not really.
But if he's riding for the Y, he'll be true to it.
Fucking son of a bitch.
- Oh, shit. - Hold up.
What, so you can rob somebody else's ranch?
What point?
You know, there's a decent chance I'm gonna
I am never early. And I am never late.
Who's this?
Gonna have to buy some horses.
Teeter: I put it one beefy stick.
What?
I made dinner.
You were the first one here.
How many more? How big you want in?
I ain't asking anything.
Kick you off the ranch?
Get your ass dashboarded right into the dirt.
Yeah. I agree.
- Got it? - Thanks.
I ain't going nowhere.
How long will that take?
I'm sorry, Jimmy.
You can't ride. You can't lift anything.
Care for a drink?
Your severance package.
You're a good man, Kayce.
Get up. Let's go.
I gotta tell him? All right.
Agreed. It's gotten complicated.
Build a casino that is a destination unto itself.
Fuckin' smell it.
Dinner.
Who the fuck are you?
It's your decision, but...
I'm gonna let the world know we're here.
Phantom pain, they call it.
Hey, Arkansas, you study real hard in school,
I ain't never going back.
Okay, all right. Good job.
Two most dangerous places for you: stairs and the bathroom.
Life doesn't give people like you chances, kid,
Unwilling to negotiate with you.
Not working. This is, uh...
No.
I'll have a contract drawn up by the end of the week.
You're late.
All right. I'll start making calls.