Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[engine starting]

[woman over radio] Report of shots fired at Lickety Splitz Night Club.

I'm not gonna take your club. I'm gonna buy it.

I'm the proud owner of this gentlemen's club.

It's not even July yet.

I'm busy tomorrow.

You know what else comes in July?

Okay. Here's your seven grand.

where do you think he'd keep it?

Yeah, if you cut their bellies a little bit...

...that we're...

that makes it possible to move money around

...when, really, last night you said you think Jonah might shoot up a school?

Who the hell said shots fired? There were no goddamn shots fired.

[screeching continues]

that you're dragging dead animals here to the house so you can study vultures?

They constipate me.

There's a lot... there's a lot going on.

Go around to the back door and meet me there in five minutes.

♪ Can't you hear me knockin' On your window ♪

When outright lies aren't spilling out of your mouths,

Oh, you know...

Fuck! [groaning]

Well, it ain't gonna suck itself, sweetheart.

not once, but five times.

[Jonah] You think I'm weird, don't you?

[Bobby choking]

[Bobby] Shots fired? What the fuck?

But his dick ain't necessarily hard.

-No, come on. Of course not. -No, sweetheart. It's just--

Jesus. How old are you, son?

It's black, made of steel.

So, even though I now am in possession of that little piece of paper...

What in the hell is that?

-[Marty] You threw a possum? -No, it's this place. It's this place!

Some young local thing gets me to slow dance.

It's at my risk. I want 80%.

-But I really think we can launder money-- -Wendy, this is about Jonah.

Let's go to my office.

[intercom ringing]

you know, can either be very calming or it can drive you batshit crazy.

-Strange. -Yep.

♪ Help me, baby ♪

Redneck and a hillbilly are strolling along a country lane,

what do you mean, like, it's... Check is in the mail?

How'd you guys sleep, huh?

do you ever even own the company?