Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What do you got? -Stripper. Excuse me, exotic dancer.
Would you sign my card?
$2.25 Cigarettes
Harper Apartments. on Melrose. Why?
That's nine zeroes. son.
You took all day.
-Want some ice cream or not? -I'm not talking to you.
lnstead. I get a call from the fucking League.
Leave him the fuck alone.
What the hell does that mean?
Why don't you just hit me?
lt would show you have some pride left.
Try something else. Take your best shot.
That's true.
lt's not working!
...l'll put a bullet in it! You got it?
The pants?
lt's dangerous.
Give me the keys.
I don't know what she was into. but that was a professional hit tonight.
Five hundred bucks is 500 bucks. Mike.
We're going to see Mr. Marcone.
Darian's classroom holiday picture. That was hers.
You look familiar. Do I know you?
l'll be in the kitchen.
First and ten on the Cleveland 47-yard line.
He's got a gun!
ls that what you want?
They have like a TV in them or something?
They're saying. ''Kid. your career's over.''
You pull up and I'll yell at them.
This bastard who's been making the phone calls and harassing me!
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Billy Cole.
I'm not your fucking son.
You had the million-dollar arm. kiddo.
Happy Birthday! You touch me again, I'll kill ya!
You know how I hate to waste food.
-l know where she keeps the extra key. -l won't need a key.
What's this about you getting me my old job back?
Best chazer in Frank's outfit!!!!
Fine.
Why didn't you let her go?
I was thinking about smoking some cigarettes
She's got some weirdo hassling her and I'm booked solid.
Goddamn it! Why didn't you say something?
Sure. go ahead.
On your finger scale. how was my wife?
The surveillance job.
Joe!
Son of a bitch!
She ain't coming up till she starts blowing.
I need you so much.
I thought you were still in Las Vegas.
That's a shame.
...l'd like to hear you scream...
What is this?
C u Tues
''Help me out. Big Guy.
Of course she is all right. She's been with her Uncle Shelly.
''Metal mouth.'' that's the latest. Little bastards.
No. I got the fucking Vienna Boys Choir with me.
At least I didn't shit my talent away on coke.
Keeping her warm for me?
-Happy? -Bom.
Plastic keys? The kind that shred?
He was a scumbag private detective.
You don't believe in love?
l'll have to charge you extra.
That's all?
I want you to come back to my place with me.
They're leaving without the senator. I have to follow them. Go.
Ain’t life a bitch?
-They're both diseases? -Something like that.
When Tom Claflin thinks he’s smarter than us
Aside from that. I can't help you. May we go now?
lmprove your looks.
Let me hear it. Let me hear the really juicy dirty words.
What we got is Marcone and Baynard by the nuts.
When you call a Ghetto D slanger an Asshole
Using Demerol because your fucking knees are shot!
The Stallions need 7. A field goal will not do.
There's five feet of marble between me and you.
...or I'll show your daughter what a hot date I am.
There's me...
Where did you get that?
Where's the gun?
Head or gut?
You're bluffing.
So. what do we do about that?