Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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