Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- (beeps) - (horn honks)

(gunfire on TV)

I just want you to enjoy your retirement

- (chuckles) - I'd really like that.

- (beeps) - (horn honks)

- ♪ I like the sound ♪ - ♪ I like it ♪

I swear to God, I don't know.

BECCA: Honey, I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere.

Come on. Help out.

I'm not lying to you. I swear.

Let's both quit.

There's this thing I got to do.

DRIVER: Man, are you...

♪ Saying, "How do you do?" ♪ (this song stopping abruptly) ♪ Saying, "How do you do?" ♪ (this song stopping abruptly)

Think of it like the 401(k)

(muffled exhale)

Oh, I took all the coffee.

You know why I'm here.

♪ You're a heartbreaker, dream maker ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪

It ain't a matter of want, Hutch.

(knife squishing)

My fucking teeth.

in a suspicious car accident last night on Route 34.

(What A Wonderful World playing by Louis Armstrong) (What A Wonderful World playing by Louis Armstrong)

♪ Now it's taking its toll ♪

♪ Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? ♪

Agent Mansell, FBI.

If you have any information on this accident,

♪ Whose intentions are good ♪

There were two of them.

if he doesn't know who you are yet,

(teakettle whistling)

♪ Be afraid ♪

That makes for a pretty dry story.

and his prize was me looming over him

without opening another.

(bus rattles, brakes hiss)

♪ You know my life is rough ♪

BECCA: Who was that?

♪ Let it roll ♪

Think I could just interview you?

- And with that, we... - (ringing resumes)

(grunts, groans)

(grunting): Okay, Hutchie.

♪ Oh, come on, come on, come on ♪

like a fucking bullet to the brain, man.

♪ Whether I'm right ♪

(indistinct shouting, whooping)

(dial tone droning)

- Yes, is this a game, Hutch? - I like games.

- (cell phone ringing) - Sorry.

Who did this to my brother?

(sighs) I just...

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.

♪ Than I'll ever know ♪

- (clattering nearby) - (cat meows)

H&K USP .45 at the back of his head.

♪ To reach ♪

but I need you to trust me right now.

Hey! Hey, get off him! Now!

(prolonged horn honking)

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Mendez to Critical Care.

You brought a lot of shotguns.

Give me the goddamn kitty cat bracelet, motherfucker!

- Let him go, son. - (Brady grunting)