Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

These are delicious.
Oh, Ringo's in trouble already. He's down, and the bull's on top of him!
Do you want more than what you're due?
I think you'll get much more of my original flavour in an oral exam--
One more day, please.
Now, let me explain to you about bulls, okay?
When Richard Pryor and Gene Wilder gets wrongfully arrested for slanging that Ghetto D
-My name is Chico. -Chico.
I mean we're free to get out of this city. It's driving me buggy.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Me too.
-Is it all right if I get off now? -Yes. You can get off now.
You're gonna represent Glenboro Prison in the annual Top Hand competition.
-We don't take no shit. -No shit.
Mr. Frazier? How do you go?
Wallet. Wallet.
-A hundred and twenty-five years! -Stop it! It's only 30 years.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, free to walk in the cold. To be ridiculed.
-Say what? No, this is a jack. -I know this is illegal.
He said if the bottom falls out.
Carry me back to Old Virginia, my Lord.
Where's the part where I go, " Hee-ya"?
Can we work this out in a civilized manner?
-Have you got the right case? -This is Monroe and Donahue.
...coming down on the bottom of society.
Well, I have one possibility. It's nothing ideal. But it's a start.
-Fabulous! -You don't get it.
What does that tell us?
He kissed me. Damn!
... that he and Warden Sampson have so much faith in their boys...
Do some of these.
I'm serious. That's what I don't like about this city.
Doesn't look too good, huh?
Carry me back to old Virginia, Lord!
I'd like spareribs, French fries...
Mrs. R.H. was my best customer too.
This isn't funny. Do they know I hate confinement?
I see what it is.
Take care.
-Have a nice evening. -Thank you.
Okay.
Ramon! A su casa, honey. It's me and you!
Jesus Christ, goddamn! Skip!
-That's right. Say, " No shit." -No shit!
...would you like to come to the opening night with me?
-Don't you see the white line? -Yes.
-I am entitled to a private interview. -Forget it.
You and me, and two girls. Romping through the desert.
-Hook to the left, hook to the side-- -Blade--
My father was a short son of a bitch too.
It's like the merry-go-round at Coney lsland.
Do you know my soul is on the line? Please, let's drop-- What?
When you do what A good woodpecker should
Wait. No, no, no, wait.
We like to run you new fellas through a test...
-Check it out. -You check it out.
That's the spirit. You'll get out of here a relatively young man.