Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Get up. -What's up?
Not that that's what constitutes why she should be here.
...and told of a promised land known as the Coast...
That's the name on her credit cards.
Oh, wait, back up. I forgot to tell you the cowboy rode a blue horse. Fuck.
But I got my screen test Tuesday. I'll go Wednesday.
Now, me and my man, we're puzzled lately by your behavior, such as-
Hi, thank you for coming.
I just saw your really distinctive ears.
-Are you sure? -Well, maybe she had my number. Why?
Anyone home? I got an injury problem. Hello.
I saw him in the commissary twice. What is he, like 6'4?
For all of you good people in the Midwest...
The hell it isn't. Actually, it's nightly and most mornings.
I hear it's a recommended cheeseball hangout.
What did you just do?
Fucking maricÛn.
I'll be there in four minutes.
-Eight ? Who taught you math ? -Maybe it was more. I don't know-
-Afternoon good? -Whatever, Harry.
Hey, I lucked out. They gave me the same room.
-Jesus, don't patronize me! -I'm not.
I left when you had your tongue down her throat.
No. You know, that's crazy.
Positive ID, scars, dental records.
That girl, I know her. She's done some work for me.
-All right, we're out of here. -We gotta go, go, go.
Don't talk to Reggie, he's black.
-I'm a private detective. And you? -I'm a stewardess.
Some will tell you she got here on account of the giant robot.
-Hi. Welcome back. -Yeah.
-Whatever. It's okay, I believe you. -Clearly, you don't.
Punk-rock Steven Seagal thinks it's special.
Aurelio, give Mr. Van Shrike a little pat down.
No, not really. She fucked every other guy but me.
-Fresh off the bus, looking for her dad. -I'd say I found my imposter.
...who single-handedly haunts his own home in the Hollywood Hills.
And your sister has to have seen this, so you know what it comes down to.
For a reason? Fuck that.
...but if you've been paying attention, I shouldn't have to-
Single gayest thing you've ever done.
What?
I steal. I robbed a house
I remember him now. 1980. Oh, my God, I saw him like this.
Jesus. Oh, no, no. We're not ready for you yet, sir.
...because the kid at the beginning, the magician, that was me.
-Maybe it's you I'm interested in. -Is that true?
...as a kind of, like, default backup thing.
Okay.
You cut me in half, remember?
I'm going nuts. I've been through the store three times.
I needed a hot bath, a warm bed.
Now. Say it. Say it.
-My caseload is pretty- -Oh, Harry, thank you.
It's gonna be worth more too because I think he's, like, paralyzed now.
...sorry we said fuck so much.
That whole thing is wild. You know what else is nuts? You cut off my finger!
Thanks. Used to be a magician.
-...fires up a smoke. -Really?
Oh, God, how did you get away?
“What happened to your hand?”
One minute, I'm boosting Xboxes in the East Village...
I sent them to the wrong room. I didn't know what else to do.
I buried my daughter today.
...and I cut and run.
I'm kind of scared here, Perry.
If that's gonna frustrate you.
I'm thinking- I'm going nuts, so I think maybe...
I want to, but I can't.
Quit acting like the good guy, jerk-off.
If Jenna was hunting her mystery dad, this is where she would start, right?
-Say good night. -Thanks again.
Yeah, soon as you find a large, brown clump of shrubs, just throw it in there.
She opens the door, she got nothing on but the radio.
Do I know you?
I quit. This is not being a detective. Corpses floating in lakes...
You know what, you better be her doctor.
Come on, we gotta go. They're coming back around. Harmony's down there.
Who what, Harry?
Can I say fuck more?
Shit.
It's like someone took America by the East Coast and shook it...
Don't blame yourself. Listen...
-The blond. The blond's pathetic. -Because?
-Check the back seat. -No, get the keys!
You know what, so you tell me, how is it any different than:
...let's drain its blood to paint my boathouse.
I am going nuts here. I can't stop thinking about this.
So are you willing to positively identify this woman as your-
Caller specified room 714, some sort of brawl or something. Violent.