Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand.
Taking off here Boss
-That's Luke? -Look at that, two of 'em.
Stuff it down in there. Get it in.
You know, you getting so you smell so bad I can track you myself.
Fifty, Boss.
When it comes to UPS Ain't nothing understood
Hell, if they didn't know it 'fore...
Don't you ever talk that way to me.
One rule. No throwing up.
Just the same, you're a good old boy, Luke.
He got the keys here, too.
In all that time, I ain't never killed a white man...
Right, Carr. Fifty.
Luke, water 'em down.
Ain't but four. What did I tell you? You owe me a cold drink.
Thirty-two.
Come on, Clarence.
...he gets to thinkin' about her funeral and paying respects...
I told ya to get your dirt out of the POA DITCH DIDN'T I?
I don't know, Boss.
How'd you get that scar?
Desire and fear, temptation and terror...
I'd like to oblige you, Arletta, but...
Raymond Pratt.
And save your strength, 'cause you're going to need it.
Everything is cool as can be
Where are you going?
-You got your mind right, Luke? -Yeah...
You made me like I am.
That old Luke smile.
These here spoons you keep with you.
He's on to him, he says. He's got him.
I don't like thisany more than you men
-Forty-nine and one in the box, Boss. -Right, Carr, 49 and one in the box.
A hard case.
When your friends ask about releasing your first album
twenty six.
Thinking more like this
Blind Dick is paying back three and borrowing five.
I ain't asking what you're going to do when you get out because...
Well, lookie here.
...one...zero!
You never did want to live forever.
That there's the champion hog-gutter of this camp.
Why, we always thought you were strong enough to carry it.
Daily walking close to Thee.
What we’ve got here is… failure to assimilate
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down...
Can't get your mind on them weeds if you're eyeballing.
That's just a little old farm road. Clean as a whistle.
...dear Lord, none but Thee!
You owe that fella a cold drink.
My boy says he can see 2500 people then he can see 2500 people
You better come along with us.
Oh...l'd taken a shine to her.
You just have a common, likeable tendency toward exaggeration.
Those mullet-heads didn't even know you were fooling.
Savannahs, you still a better, man.
You were eyeballing.
Did you have them both at once? I mean, together?
Takin it off here, boss!
-He was smiling. -Smiling?!
King gets a three, queen deuce, seven pair of savannah's right here.
Out.
...but, dammit, he made me laugh.
I'm leaving the place to John.
All right, now, get mad at them damned eggs.
Takin' 'em off here, Boss?!
You better let me handle that, son.
You hear that? You hear it?
...so you can tell me about it someday, okay?
Any man writing lazy code spends a night in the box
When he lifts up his shirt And that belly looks ready to burst
They got their rules and we ain't got nothing to do with that.
...sitting on the dashboard of my car.
Well, why not?
Drinking it up here, Boss.