Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, shit! They're trying to kill me. Please, God, please.
Everybody knows that. Why don't you hear the man out?
A week.
My name ain't no goddamn "Sweetpants."
Good. I'll check the tattoo places.
It's across town. We'll never make it.
Skip!
Come on.
-What's wrong, Mavis? -Harry, what is this?
You a little too bad, ain't you?
His mother had to come get him in the middle of the season.
They say my appendix grew back, but I had it removed years ago. You?
Is that what that is? I didn't know. Oh, is that a recreational activity?
What are you trying to pull?
-Thirty years, tops. -I'll be a dead old man.
-The best ever. -It's a bitch.
Another example of a repressive system...
What is it?
Learning your weak spots...
Put Blade on Graham.
We were wondering, what is the job situation like around here?
-Close 10! -Close 10!
And my brother was real short, and we couldn't even see him. He was short.
Grossberger, I'm fine. You can put me down now.
We could grab odd jobs on the way. Build up a nest egg.
He told the judge he was just trying to help New York by using our money.
I'll stand here.
Did you see the look he gave? He's a sweetheart, a pussycat.
Is it over? Is it ok to come out now ?
It's so simple it is absurd. It should be laughed out of court.
Jesus was the champion bull rider from his province.
...and the bleak prospects for rehabilitation...
I'm gonna try for a part-time job there.
He's soft. You just don't know where to kick him.
A little groggy from looking at records of tattoos.
We're trying to change that.
-Don't touch him. Don't touch him. -Oh, sorry. I'm sorry.
-It's fun. -It is.
-He's okay. -I'm 100 percent.
Over the rigging.
How do you do?
-I'm Slowpoke. -Hi. Slowpoke, this is Harry.
Well, I was James' best customer. He sold me this African gungi '65.
I want to win that trophy. And I'm counting on you to go balls-out.
No, I'm just a man pretending to be a woodpecker.
Bull? Come on.
-More wine, sir? -What is this stuff?
Okay. Okay.
What difference does it make who wins?
I almost blew it. How can I call myself a lawyer?
Something like that.
That's not what she meant.
Them wardens over there are pretty decent. Not like these pricks.
That's better. Did you try that thing in the warden's office?
...you weren't in the woodpecker suits during the robbery.
Just get into the flow of it. Don't fight the metal.
-Oh, man! Take care. -Be a good girl, now.
-He's got them, honest. Vietnam.... -Harry, help me, Harry!
-A guard can yank you out like that? -He's an inmate like you and me.
-And we ain't shitting. -You better believe it, baby.
-You think I was a terrific Juliet-- -You were!
Holy mackerel! How many times do I have to ask you?
-Well? -What if you got hurt, huh?
You didn't hear me. This is very important to me.