Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

who are you?
give me that box.
the old homestead.
That's a problem too, because he's out to lunch right now.
Take it, it's yours.
I was so afraid that something happened to you.
What's your pleasure, Mr. Cotton?
People drink too much.
Larry! Larry!
Come to Daddy.
- Not again. - ...to heal me completely.
- Oh. - I'm hurting.
I wanted to sell it after the old lady died,
No!
He probably is afraid you're gonna sue him.
For better,
It was just an accident. He's all right.
Back?
She's like you. She's so damn polite.
I suppose it's better than Brooklyn.
Don't look at me.
It's way beyond me.
Can I come in?
No.
- Let me see. - Shit!
Used to try and pretend I was dreaming all the pain.
- What's the matter? - I want to see my father!
I mean, there's stuff in the kitchen you wouldn't believe.
No!
I've never known him to kick cash out of bed. Besides...
Steve.
- Call me tomorrow. - I will. I'll see you.
Have you got a towel?
Oh, yeah? Meaning what?
Well, this is it --
Now!
you're back on your own turf --
Hi.
Ah!
He says, "Oh no, of course you're not, old boy. Of course you're not."
I... uh...
It's gotta be one of these.
I need to -- take the weight away from me, my foot's caught.
Let's go, come on.
don't touch me!
There's nothing to be afraid of.