Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Later I'll show you how to lie on a stretcher...

Now you know why he's our defending champ.

-Yep. -Between 3:30 and 4?

...from losing to Warden Sampson and his gorillas, because of him!

-We have a blanket. -You serious?

-He's okay now. -I'm okay now. It's out of my system.

What do you say about that, folks? He's got some cowboy in him, huh?

This is a different way of life for us.

-...anything. -Anything.

He's listening to every word we say, I bet. Okay, sweetheart, here I come.

-That's how they get the kiss-asses. -Outrageous!

Stands to reason, doesn't it?

Nighty-night, boys. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

They accused me of robbing several banks.

Seem to have ourselves a problem down here.

-Yes? -Which reminds me.

-It's supposed to be escape-proof. -But there's a weakness.

-Is breakfast ready? -Somebody stole the toilet!

-Skip. -Hi, Nancy.

Congratulations! You found the word!

-He gets the best of the bull. -I don't want--

We'll talk about that later.

They're coming back. They're coming back.

Blade, you got it wrong. I'm a clown.

If that kid's for real, he'll ride for Glenboro in the next rodeo...

I thought the kid would be a little softer.

-Grandma was right. Shit for brains! -Me?

I've been here seven years, away from my beautiful Teresa.

Just relax if you have a big bill

Important to you? My mother is watching over every step I make.

This is bad! And you went and spread it over everything.

-Graham's had injuries. -I've had 10 years of humiliation!

A prick? Boy, did I hear that wrong. Well, is it true you're an ass-kisser?

-Where'd you get him? -We'll see.

That's right, that's right, we bad.

I'll leave you. You seem to have a friendship starting.

Got caught selling some white powder at the border.

-That ain't no rodeo clown. -I know--

In the Sunbelt, you just smile and they pour money out on you.

Now to wrap up our day, here's the greased-pig sacking contest.

Look, Ma. I'm dancing.

Don't sweat it.

-That's all they need. -Are you serious? Huh?

He sure does. You old sly bones.

It's our featured event, the Top Hand competition.

-This is my first frisk. -Why are you searching me?

-What was that all about? -That's Jack Graham.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I just want to speak to my friend.

Splashing into the ocean. And the moonlight is out.

I don't think I'm going to make it.

That's right, no shit. No. Try it again.

Wait a minute, I'm not a troublemaker.

Alex, may I present Chico. Chico, this is Alex.

-...when they come to pick you up. -What?

-Inmates 65984 and 65985. -The New Yorkers.

I gave you a $10 bill. Think I'm crazy?

Come on. Let's get out of this state before somebody changes their mind.

Four more salads for four very hungry people who--

-Any deaths we can celebrate too? -Don't you know what I'm saying?

Merry Christmas.

The court refuses to act on the little girl's word.