Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can hook you up, bro. I can totally get you an RV.
- Let me talk to him. - I owe you?
And you say tell him the truth.
- What? - For real, yo. Get it out of here.
Jesus, Marie.
Oh, I'm gonna say jack. I'm gonna say plenty.
That is one... enormous load of horse shit.
A bag, where he keeps it.
Was that it?
Yeah.
What in the hell just happened? You're my lawyer, not his.
...and maybe what he did, he...
You're telling me you can get me an RV?
...and through the very same stacks.
No. No, no, no. Let me be clear. Let me be perfectly clear.
Welded onto the back of a house. Well, that's classy.
No police report, either.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I only got, like, 1400.
He hardly even comes home. He works all day, all night.
So where are you? Are you at work?
Yeah.
Then they weren't bad decisions.
We're interested in an RV that's registered to your name and address.
...minding my own business, when the man... The man...
No smoke, no smell, no waste. There's no cook.