Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Are you out of your mind? - Sir! Excuse me!
I went to see a lawyer.
- Sir, please wait your turn. - I know, but this is an emergency.
Did you mail it to them?
Did you see him go through security...?
Angela, listen, I'm glad I met you, I really am, but I've got a business...
No, come on, really! Teach me something.
Look, doc, I spent last Tuesday watching fibers on my carpet.
I'll give you one if it will catch these sons of bitches.
I found her in black and white.
Okay, okay.
Thanks.
Uh-huh.
Stop worrying about me. I'm barely even doing anything.
Summer school.
Uh...
The older the better. Beware of couples. Only you whisper in your mark's ear.
Well, then you've probably seen our advertisements.
Yeah.
So, what's going on?
You haven't done it lately.
Antiques dealers keep large stacks of cash in their homes next to their guns.
- So how much is in there? - I told you.
I have one rule, Chuck. Simple is safe.
She's not here. She must have gone back to her mom's.
If it makes any difference, you're the best I ever saw.
- Back east? - He owes me back rent, man.
You know what to do, right? Keep real far away from us.
Roy, it's me. It's Frankie.
You're wasting your dollar.
That's just my piggy bank. All right, I want you to wait here.
- Shoot him. - Quiet, Frank.
Could you watch the carpet, please?
After the dance, we went to Carrie's, and he pushed me against the bed...
In September is fathers' visiting day at school. It's lame, but...
Excuse me, sir. Can we borrow your paper for a sec?
You sure about that?
Yeah.
Did you call security?
- Why? - So I wouldn't have to talk to you.
I'm sorry I let you down.
Wait. That's her car in the driveway.
It's stuffy in here. It smells like Lysol.
You like it?
Sure, I can just watch TV.
But seriously, I want to talk to you because I think I've developed a rash.
Go.
Oh, Pygmies.
- For your home? - For my secretary's office.
It's my spleen.
- Were you married? - Uh-huh.
10, 11, 12... - He's coming!
- Use my pen. - I got one.
Listen, I'm sorry, I really need... Thank you.
Don't you wanna know my name?
...the more I realized I should blow my brains out and end it all.
Okay.
Otis, knock it off.
- We're gonna be rich. - Do not do that.
- You're a con man? - Con artist.
- Good-bye. - Good-bye.
Hi, cutie-pie.
But if I thought more about blowing my brains out...
Today's Thursday.
He's fast.
Let her stay. She's in this as much as you are.
- Name it Frank. - That's a good name.
- How much do I pay? - Three hundred ninety-eight dollars.
She mad?
Where do you want to do it?
The guard was groping me.
Hi, Dad, it's me. I just wanted to say hi.
As long as you don't mind.
Do you mind eating?
- Teach me something. - What?
Listen to me, Roy. You listening?
I'm taking them off. See? They're off.
- At me, not you. - Oh.
And I never...
If not, I call my cop friends, and your little girl goes to juvy till she's 18.
Mom used to say I got lucky and only got your elbows.
...don't, don't open the door for anybody, all right?
That's good. All right. Let's go kick some butt.
You are my perfect customer. Let's dig into the remnants.
That's very good, but actually, I gotta talk to Klein.
Yeah, Frechette. Man, he's top-heavy.
- Five grand, American. - Congratulations.
Then why won't you? Because crime doesn't pay?
...only she's on vacation.
All right, that's it. I'm coming over.
I'm not dead. I'm in antiques.
- There. He missed you coming in. - What?
- I'm not the one who pimped her... - What?