Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're not doing a newspaper, remember?
- Please, Mr. Brown! - No.
You got a Kodak you haven't taken out of the box.
Would you like to come see my train, friend?
I'm sorry, Mr. Brown! Gosh! He'll never do that again. Please!
This is the senator. Photographer!
and please dont argue with them, you'll do stuff together
- I was wrong! - Was I bad?
- That's not the way out. - Go get him, Daddy.
- Would you stop about the book? - Angela, you know I'm a writer.
Women like it when you're sincere. They respond too.
I want them both here...
You ready? I'm gonna win, right?
You're doing it by yourself, champ.
- What the hell is that? - Help!
My father will tell you to drop your pants, and you're gonna do it.
I was just kidding, man.
Yeah, and you can take pictures.
i'm sorry!
- Hold the noise down. - Who the hell was that?
One, two, three, that's all! I was robbed! This guy is...
Take a little picture. And make it good.
I can't take you anywhere!
Get dressed.
Eric! Open this door, you little shit!
Yeah.
I think.
- Don't move that over here. - Why not?
Hang on to your seat!
So they arranged to play a game of billiards.
Because the bullshit Is getting thick
Do you mate a lot?
Come on. Grab this.
- Before the end of spring vacation? - Tonight.
Jesus Christ! Are you crazy?
- $2500 for a couple of hours? - Sure. Why not?
- You can't buy a human, Eric. - Why not?
I thought we were talking about your father.
...it certainly is a pleasure to have you.
It doesn't matter the compensation. The answer is no!
It's always my toy department! Why can't he get into stereos?
Fine, sir. Good. Wonderful.
- Fancy, you look so good tonight. - Hi, sugar-pie!
And after you shave, you're fired.
What's Angela like?
Oh, sugar. I like it like that.
And anything you want.
They're nuts.
The Klan really thanks you.
Listen, you gotta be nice to her.
Plenty of time for that.
Damn, man. I am your friend, Eric.
What are you doing?
- The black man! - He wants the black man.
Eric's not a bad boy. High-spirited. I like that.
- Morning. - Good morning.
...he's right.
All right!
I don't know. It turned out they were both gamblers.
- Two-five. - Fine, but for that kind of money...
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove!!!
Are we gonna play? What have you got?
Now get the camera ready.
All this time you didn't know my metal things were propellers?
A paying job will convince them of your sincerity...
I wanna call you "Scoop."
and you didnt wanna hit them!
Come on, Jack. Hurry up.
Come in.
Wrap who up? I don't get wrapped.
How attached are you to that beard?
Don't you know it's part of the black cultural imperative?
That's about the only thing he does understand.
Why...
I gotta pull my boots up real high... Beachside the Bullshit is getting thick!
- But why? - To play with, he says.
Well, '79, it must have been.
You see, I noticed...
Mr. Brown, please!
- He might be armed and dangerous! - Negro!
- Jack. - Let me have it.
Senator Newcomb.
Do you know what I mean?
You know who you're taking a photo with?
The word I get is that they're going to indict you.
- I love you, Jack. - I love you too, Eric.
- He's just wonderful. - You're paid to play, not to talk.
I'm Jack Brown. I'm sorry I messed up your carpet.
Here's your Phi Beta. I'm sorry.
- That's one year. - You cheat!
To the airport, Mr. Bates?
No, sir. Not me.
- I'll take it. - Is it that bad out there?
Klansman, let's go.
Just a minute!