Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shit happens. I guess so.

- I forgot Buttercup. - Shh, honey. We'll get him.

It's fuckin' hot.

- (agent) Corinna! - (Rosie) Corinna!

Thanks. I don't drink.

- 28. - Come on, Junior.

(Ronnie) She was a beautiful person, man.

- You know, it was you, drivin' that truck. - Don't say that.

- John, you cut the drums? - Yeah, both of 'em.

- Daddy, look! - Hey, Corinna!

Ronnie, this is your problem. I don't give a shit.

- He can't chance a trial. - I don't like this cereal.

I am so fuckin' stupid. I should have my fuckin' head examined.

- He was a what?! - Your investigation?

but I don't know what else to do. You know who I have to answer to?

You like to fuckin' talk, you fuck? You fuck!

Everybody's got a reason to lie.

Didn't you think we were doing OK?

I'm under the rock. They got me wearin' a wire.

Well, I guess you won't have to bother with that any more, huh, Judge?

The time has come for everyone to clean up their own back yard.

Excuse me. I'm looking for a hotel called Tesselers.

What the fuck did you do?

(Rosie) Corinna!

- Love you. - (Rosie) OK.

Cos I love to dance.

You know what an asthma attack feels like?

An oldie but goodie.

B-A-D. Balls, attitude, direction.

Nah. I think I'm gonna get lost.

I like this. I really do.

Come on, scumbag.

Guess who's next.

Tell me something. Surprise me.

I wanna find out if we got a drug-taking federal agent, strung out...

You know I got a half-size difference in my shoes and gotta put three insoles in the left?

- (Jimmy) She's nice. - No, I love her. We're engaged.

Did ya hear that?

(knocking at door)

Did you tell the cops how metal in my mouth makes me gag?

_ Rum R _ Go! um

- Ronnie Gannon? - Yeah. The whole job was his idea.

Astro Jewellers. Remember that?

And I want a one-day trip to go up there and see her. One day.

How many times you gonna move us?

(others calm him down)

Mafia shrinks! The autopsy came up negative on drugs.

Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

My youngest daughter, Coral?

Whaddaya think is worse?

I gotcha! I gotcha!

What the fuck did you do?

Jimmy fucked up?

- Yeah, it's your own damn fault. - Our fault?! Let me tell you...

For my vegetables