Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Goddamn it, quit telling me what to do. I'm the goddamn agent in command.

SEAL Team 6 is like the Girl Scouts. Exactly.

Jesus Christ, I'm going to hell! I'm going to hell.

Although, granted, I've never seen one. But that's not, like, a rule. Is it?

Well, if you were confused, verging on angry, before--

So I would argue-- With a fence post?

- No. You're half heroin already. - Unh.

Which is why, where's the gear bag with all of our automatic weapons?

Think I might have grabbed the tail of the dragon here.

Maybe I will. All right. Lana, pack a bag, you're--

Ah! Shit, I hope he didn't hear that.

Are you kidding? I didn't even let him go to his brother's funeral.

Nothing is going on, Lana.

Ow! Oh, for shit sake already. Ha, ha!

Eye Swear to Goodness.

With Ken and your weekend weather.

La sacra Bibbia says it is a mortal sin.

Well, three, so--

What was that'? Nothing.