Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She realizes there's only two of us.
- What was that? That. - What was what? What?
Hey, Walt. What are you doing?
NICK: Back at the tracks with my dad.
We go to her house, we rap on the door, she answers, sees the three-person canoe.
That's Pavun. Look at this guy. He's gorgeous.
JESS: This is a very sad case. I mean... WALT: Yes.
...and must face each other in a duel to the death.
This is my first middle-of-the-night, parking-lot horse deal.
- Feely-Cup? - Oh, yeah.
- Hey. Can I tell him? - Hi, boys.
This isn't my fault. I didn't invite you here.
- And you've got so much pep. - Look, you're confident and punctual...
I go and meet the buyer. I sell him our horse for a huge profit.
Your pothead neighbor. Or Vice President Joe Biden.
- Next level Feely-Cup. - Hello, Mr. Miller.
Robby?
What?
...or your Deepaks.
- Conned. WALT: Paulie, drop dead.