Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yo-yos who work for him couldn't tell a raw amphetamine from a cough drop.
Twenty-five coats of metallic chartreuse...
Now, they only start at 2.98 and up. You...
- Forget the paint! Where out back? - Right out there, man.
Bingo, Commando. Dombarris is on his way.
- See? - Which is too good for you, turkey.
It don't do a thing.
Okay. If you say so, Jojo, because this is major-league.
- Say, I know you. - Yeah, you know my Uncle Al.
It's a surprise, but it's gonna be a big number.
Thank you, Stella.
- Deliver it in person. - Took the words out of my mouth.
We'll protect you. The prosecutor will object to irrelevant questions.
He was driving a '55 Nomad wagon.
You wanna stay close to home, work with your old friends.
What are you doing with that? Put it in the car.
Some more of your boys' undercover handiwork, Bettin.
What do you want to know?
You acted in a precipitate manner in warning Linda Mascelli...
Do you know how many dollars went down the tubes...
- What did we have to come in here for? - Colour.
There's one or two living things out there we'd like to see stay that way.
The other two girls refused.
I've got some dollars coming too.
This is not a blueberry on wheels. I apologise for my partner's rudeness.
...so we're running a make on her fingerprints, but that might take days.
But Huggy Bear's guaranteed glow-in-the-dark crosses...
No Jojo.
Hey, man, I'm telling you. It's a steal at $5000.
When I catch him, I'm gonna walk on his face with my football cleats.
How will you protect me from stories they'll print in the newspapers?
How many chicks have you done, you slug? Isn't this a little uptown?
That's very close.
I've gotta tell you. You're a standup chick.
It's the worst lemon meringue pie I ever ate in my life.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine. I'm just terrific. It's okay.
Dombarris set it up.
- Well, what are we gonna do now? - I don't know.
I got a hotshot lawyer, he's hounding me for the money.
If not, I know who to talk to in the federal attorney's office.
- Let's go. - To where?
- Go on. - Well, now, you go on.
Unless you wanna take that ride by yourself.
She had the opportunity, the motive and the weapon.
We didn't put him on the street. The Feds did that.
You got me.
- You sure you're okay? - Fine. Terrific.