Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I shouldn't have listened to you.

Get that kid back here in an hour. I wanna test him on Double Aught again.

We get our ass kicked. They get rich.

I mean, it's okay. Pretend it's okay.

Oh, shit. Skip? Skip, come on, man.

My friend and I were doing a song and dance act.

I'm gonna kill this mother.

Harry, you made $35 last year as an actor.

We're just barely cousins. See, my mother was a French cancan dancer.

We're both dumb if no one's gonna get this money except two pricks.

Now, because the little girl is only 6...

You're gonna have to learn the hard way, fella.

That's not my bag. That's the waiter's bag.

Am I still invited?

-I was trying to explain-- -Keep writing, shitface!

As soon as our two boys get ready, we'll start our final competition.

-Come here. I want to talk to you. -I can't go to you. It's amazing.

We don't want no shit, you understand?

I won't mention the money trouble I'm in...

-I got fired too. -What do you mean?

I’ll open my contract negotiations with…

All right, you two. Up and at 'em!

Aptitude? You hear that?

-What should we do with him, Jack? -How late was he?

Leading off for Glenboro Prison is New Yorker Skip Donahue...

Oh. There it is.

Excuse me. Hold on one second, fellas.

Thanks. That's very kind of you.

-He's okay, see? -Yeah, we're okay.

After lockdown Condition

-Say we're at our cousins. -There's been a misunderstanding.

I've been looking for you

Your favourite? That's your--? That's my favourite too!

-Can you think of anything else? -Some small piece of evidence...

I think this is too much, though.

When Half of your Skulla Green stash is cooked

I can't feel nothing in my leg!

-Holy shit! -What?

Criticizing my new fur jacket. And slapping my hand.

-Why are you trying to steal from me? -Get lost, Chico.

-Right! -You think I have nothing on under this?

Carry me back to old Virginia, Lord.

Save for a horse Or a brand-new ranch