Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm Skip Donahue. This is my buddy, Harry Monroe.
What's his story? Why does he get a separate table?
-I don't fucking believe you! -" I don't fucking believe you."
Hi. I'm going. Skip, my friend. Excuse me, would you?
You can feather your nest With frills
You were wonderful. I'm not just saying it to be kind. You were lovely.
Yeah.
What are you talking about?
-And being freight-trained. -Freight-trained?
-Harry. -Yes, yes, yes.
Over here.
Holy shit!
This is the real deal. We're in deep shit.
All right.
Don't worry. Jobs shouldn't be hard to find here.
Wake him up.
Oh, my God! Warden!
I bet this whole thing is illegal.
Ride 'em, cowboy.
Don't hit him! Please, he's sick.
...I find the defendants guilty as charged.
No, no, don't. That--
Hello, operator, get me Warden Sampson at Doerin Prison, please. Thank you.
Harry, you gotta try this. It's fun.
-I'm looking forward to that. -I guess we have a deal.
Jesus! You cooked half my stash!
...shithead!
He's doing 99 years for kidnapping a trainload of college girls...
...to see if you have any aptitude for it.
That's Blade. He runs the Third World side of cellblock two.
Up on Flapjack, here's Skip Donahue.
Right on the end of your nose.
He may be going into the rodeo, but he may not come out.
Don't worry. I'm no brown-noser.
And I know you can't. We gotta get out of here.
-No! -And the salad.
Because you convinced me. Go on over there, tell them what you told me.
...and we're gonna whip Sampson's boys and win that goddamn prize!
-No. -Yes, Your Honour.
-Do either of you have a tattoo? -No.
-You ready, Mr. Wilson? -Ready.
Fill your garage With Coup de Villes
More Americans probably will.
I know that you don't.
There's something I always wanted to ask someone like you. Do you get much?
-Okay? -Yeah.
Okay.
No. Mr. Wilson just doesn't feel the same need to be hospitable as I do.
I'm an ass-kisser too.
-Get on the ball? -Get on the bull!
-Okay. -Skip, what are you--? Skip!
-Close 1 2. -Close 1 2.
She remembers that one of the robbers had a tattoo.
You two fellas can go on back to your cells.
-Tell Sissie everything is excellent. -She'll be pleased.
... found guilty of misplacing $4 million worth of insurance money.
Take your pill. Three seconds, it's over.
-You're a saint. -Why make fun of me?
-I'm Skip Donahue. -Jesus Ramirez.
When you flock to the Glenboro Savings branch
It's a one-man show. My cousin is visiting from Massachusetts.