Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pair of seven gets a john.

What's the matter with him?

What's you mean, Luke?

Shake that tree

What are we racing for?

That's my darling Luke. He grins like a baby...

Twenty-four minutes to go.

What's that, that writing say?

I had me...some high old times.

Get out of the way. He's ours.

It's beginning to look like You got things fixed so I can't never win out.

Let's move! Let's see those shovels!

We ain't never had one of them before.

The Walking Boss.

I got them to promise if you give up peaceful...

Taking it off here, Boss?

Any man using chat gpt spends a night in the box

It's all up to you.

Maybe we ought to call it No-Ears. You don't listen much, do you, boy?

When he thinks he has room for dessert But after 2 courses his belly looks ready to pop

Can't breathe. Give me some air!

That's my baby, Luke.

What's that noise outside?

...sometimes you just have a feeling for a child...

It's not your fault. He's just too big.

I ain't used to hard work, neither. I always tried to avoid it.

She's driving us crazy, and loving every minute of it!

How did I end up in the Jounge?

I don't suppose you'd care to take a check?

I’m shaking the bush Boss!

-But Luke... -Take it easy, Drag.

All you've got to do is give up...

You hang on in there, Luke. You hang on.

A lotta guys layin' down A lotta rules and regulations

They don't know whether to smile, spit or swallow.

When he takes his shirt off after 3 courses at a restaurant and you wonder, if he'll burst

Why did you have to say "boring" for?

Old Man, I gotta tell You.

I've been on the road gang almost 22 years.

Puttin’ it on here, boss Put it on there, Schatzi

Yeah, take it off, Dragline.

That's good. He earned it.

...but you ain't strong enough.

I don't know whether to smile, spit or swallow.

I'm shaking the bush Paige

I can eat 5000 pistachios

-Man, you think you been working hard? -This mother's going to break your back.

What are you worried about? He can't do it.

I just need five, Luke.

Well, you remember how them dogs do when they come through here...

Now let's get it out of here.

Got a day and a half lay-in. Tomorrow's a holiday.

He's got rabbit in his blood and he runs.

You're going to have to kill me.

I'll see your buck and back a buck.

What I feel like....

I won't, I won't, Boss.

Come back here! Dammit!

Now I can be a good guy or I can be one real mean son of a bitch.

Don't know. It's from Atlanta.

-I can't hear you. -Her trembling body...

Well, I sure would appreciate it. I ain't in too good a shape right now.

I believe you've got it all, Dragline. Every cent in the camp is riding.

B E A R C L A W ED. B O S S

Just like a ripe watermelon that's about to bust itself open.

Ain't no grave going to keep my body down.

One of these days I'm gonna have to flap me up some dust with it.

Luke and those broads and all that booze.

Just a closer walk with Thee.

Fixer, you're a sweet old boy.

Use that shovel like it was your spoon.

A man's gotta go his own way.

They just smell new-meat, s'all, Boss.

My boy says he can shove fifty eggs up his ass, he can shove fifty eggs up his ass!

Wait a minute, damn it!

You try that again and I'll bounce you off the floor.

Comes in colors pink and pleasant.

Edgar Potter, 302 and resisting arrest.