Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, I owe you guys my life.
The attitude of the head is the essence of a good cut.
How would you know? I just found out you're not really Dr Pepper.
- Trash bags? Why? - I don't know. I never saw anything like it before.
Well, I guess I'll just head on outta here.
I think I should go along to tell him what's happening.
We can't hook up emotionally to the concept of cerebral damage.
Doing a cut and blow-dry on a crazy man. Warden Beale sent me up here.
- We don't even know what it is. - We vote because I say we vote.
and the publishers mixed his photo with mine...
What do you make of that, Doctor?
It don't pay to ask questions on this cell block.
Writers get almost no respect. Almost none.
Well, tell him to stop leaving his butt prints in my van.
Leaving? Why are we leaving?
Can't do a decent blow-dry with a Harrison Hair Pro. There's no temperature control.
I can't believe you are willing to jeopardize your entire career...
Trash bags
He ain't gonna like it, Norm. You know what he said about bustin' Yankees.
Actually, I was supposed to meet Dwight Pepper here.
As in nice and easy. There you go.
That other guy, as you so quaintly put it, is Dr Lloyd Leedoms.
Now Amy and I, we'll scan the stuff we need...
Some more! I want some more! I want trash bags!
Let's go. Jase could be dead already.
This is Psychiatric Ward. We've got a break situation here.
- You wanna see if you can scare up a posse? - Hey, we're mounted and ready.
Strikersville bein'one of them, and, uh, I must tell you, sir...
Mr Smith, the warden is doing the best he can. I think Warden Beale is being extremely cooperative.
So who's this other guy?
Dr Pepper? Uh, come on in here a minute, will you?