Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You think life is your own private little joke, don't you, Botwin?
Where'd you get the box o' pain?
What kind of business you got anyway?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
He beat up my cat.
Go on and shake your Magic Ball.
It's a compassionate care club.
Everyone hates me.
I own a house here, in Santa Playa.
So-- Hey, that's fire.
I wanna go home.
-Oh, holy shit. -The Tijuana police?
No badge.
Don't make fun of my child.
Fine. Jealous.
Hey, just in time to spot me.
He was my first.
-Location's great. -Not so eager.
It's a little early, don't you think? I'm not even showing.
-It's not about him. It's me. -Really? It's not.
You like me. You "like me" like me, and that's why you don't want to.
I'm good, actually, here.
Get in, we'll settle up and I'll give you a ride home.
And that's a fun place to be a donkey.
Why can't you go home, forget about all this?
...before he's gonna see dime one of this.
...can these two men part in peace and live to kill another day?