Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good.
It was. You piece of shit!
And it ain't what's best for those boys.
Breaks my heart...
Bang another speedball in my arm?
Oh, shit.
Do you?
...everything happened.
I'm the dirty biker whore with a record.
It doesn't matter what I think. I'm just an old lady.
Which means diverting a heavy police presence into Byzlat territory.
Get a medical response right away. On the radio.
I'm not gonna do this. Oh, it's too late for that, darling.
Aye. We should head to Stockton, check in with Fiasco.
You think that's wise?
And I know everything you do, good and bad, is about taking care of them--
Well, then, you better call Roosevelt and tell him you ain't pressing charges.
Thinking of a meme
No! No! No!
I did not hurt Tara.
He stabbed himself. He's dead.
Maybe you can get our garbage picked up on time.
Don't worry about her.
On some level...
It's for your own good.
...almost any direction is a better direction.
- We got him. - Fiasco!
What if I can't find anything?
You're never gonna see my wife.
You mind?
Yeah. What happened?
Tell me what happened.
A lot of things I'd do differently.
"District attorney forces victim's daddy to slit his own throat."
Look, doc.
Let's go.
I'm upset about you.
Morning. Uh, morning.
You're gonna have to get rid of that on your own, sweetheart.
And the other one?
It wasn't Teller who supplied the gun.
We meet the end we deserve, I guess.
What are you gonna do?
Do you think he can do it?
Riding through this world All alone
Mm-mm.
You don't need to do that.
It ain't healthy. I'm doing what any mother would--
How are you feeling?
Listen, I'm swinging in the breeze here, Handsome Jack.