Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nancy Price Botwin.

I can't let you over without the birth certificate.

not clubbing people to death.

club whoever you like, go to prison for the rest of your life.

Esteban's not gonna be happy that you took his child.

- I'm hungry. - You swung a mallet at a woman's head.

Hooters? No Hooters? Hooters!

You paid for that with cash, right?

which could be a class A, D or M,

Change of topic. Audra. Love of my life?

Mrs. Reyes, this is Agent Lipschitz from the FBI.

Total roaming, gypsy-style shenanigans.

Keep the bill down. There you go.

You're a murderer, but you got moxie, kid.

Yeah, I don't...

I want to know where my boy is. Call...

Can we do that?

Silas Andrew Botwin, firstborn son,

- Croquet mallet! - Whatever sporting good you desire,

The rest we do commit to fire.

Did she scream?

Tiny air holes!

Do we really need it? He's obviously got his father's smile.

92 years young.

It was dangerous and foolish, and now we're all paying for it.