Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When Vic is gambling, he's always in some sort of trouble.
Get rid of him.
Sure.
- Hello? - Evelyn, it's me.
With Lemke working at the jazz club...
- Oh, Vic. Where are you? - I'm in trouble, honey.
Hi. I'm Olivia. Anything I can do for you?
How come he waited this long to collect his money?
Go on, Belinda, die a little.
I'm not sure. Got something, maybe nothing.
...and nursed him back to health...
...to anything I have said to you, have you?
Sure.
How about that! Out of sight.
I'll get him.
Let's get out of here.
What happened to your husband?
It's that tooth again, isn't it?
- Stranger things have happened. - No, they haven't.
I hate to see good liquor go to waste.
We caught him playing with queer.
Come on, White, you know that's not my style.
But he doesn't have the guts to do it all at once...
I think he's killed him.
- Yeah, me too. - What you got there, Starsk?
They make terrific hamburgers.
- Yeah, we'd like to see Mr. White. - I'll see if he's in.
What are you gonna do when you find all that bogus bread?
Now, look, I'm ready to make any statement you want...