Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Freeze! Freeze!

# Come back here, man #

Clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions.

Oh, give it to me!

What would become of us?

Did you hear about Mickey, that scumbag?

You're growing up,

# He was a friend of mine #

What'd you get?

Just my own naked self and the stars breathing down,

of really primo dope cooking up.

# I fed on cellmates' dreams #

Come on! Come on!

Have you been waiting for me, Jim?

I said, who's ready to play some ball?

Devil's toe is no big deal. We've all done it a million times.

She's dead. It's over.

They're really good for us.

# If you give this man a ride #

the slight breeze that runs across your entire body,

that we used when it was windy in the park

I can't even get a decent chubby.

same as the others, basically.

No, they're not faded.

My mom thinks I have a cold year-round

Mama Open this Damn Door Before i Knocked the Gravy Out Your Biscuit!

'Cause I quit the team...

There's no way we don't win. Will you tell this kid?

Is your name Pino?

as another 9-to-5 gig.

No, not a dime. You score?

I could picture Father Dunne

He could beat anything.

# Don't greet us there #

Give me a trade please!

I'll see you in the NBA.

I went down to Pedro's basement.

Where you going?

I'm not driving you guys home.

Hey, that might be good. You could get your license this summer.

a sec or two in his sexy, slow strut.

So what are you waiting for?

I got something for you here.

# His brain is squirming like a toad #

That's what I'd like to do.

What are you doing?

Yeah. C'mon, Swifty. We're growing boys.

Reggie, I just need a taste.

Yeah. Maybe it is.

Meet you outside, man. I'm getting sick.

Nothing. You know.

We got kicked out of the school, Mickey.

You got to give me it, Reggie.

What's your problem?

what you got to do is give me some money, okay?

Unburden yourself.

Jim, give it a rest. You'll never beat him.

[Whistle Blows]

Who's ready to play some roundball?

but they're always suckers, and their money makes them tolerable.

it's better off he died.

it won't happen to them,

While you're out, pick me up a bag.

Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell!

We felt like nothing could stop us.

Yeah. Yeah, I have.

Face the music, pricks.

- Fuck it, Pedro! - What's the matter with you?

You know, starts wafting out.

He's being a dick. You want me to put a charge in his ass?

# I was a Catholic child #

# Down by the water... #

Mom, I'm in pain.

Oh, thanks. Thanks.

Us, Manhattan boys,

You sold my girlfriend some shit the other day.

This one's for Bobby.

Me, I play like a cheetah.

with Mary Ann Dugan