Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's going to be your last lesson, son:
- A poet.
- That's how you make a fucking biscuit.
- Well, there shouldn't be things like that to discuss
I gotta check in every couple weeks
- Pretty much.
the way they did, you'd be dead,
- I have more reason than anyone to go after that piece of shit.
God, I love summer.
of the Alamo, Willa, the outcome has already been decided.
I anticipate every possible outcome.
- Well, I'll never understand it.
- Your friend Wade Morrow's what happened to them, sir.
you must be even worse.
- Yes, sir.
But at one time, we had hope.
So was I.
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On our side of the fence.
- Yeah, sure.
This motherfucker trying to crack my skull
You don't deserve to wear this fucking brand.
- He ran them down.
And if these motherfuckers want it back,
But there's a price to pay for revenge.
- Oh...
need me to take that trash to the train station
no school could ever teach.
- [ exhales ]
Sorry... to, uh...