Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...dying alone in that office.

There we go. Very nice.

Well, it's not as much fun, but it beats working.

We can do something for them. Have a nice day.

Mr. Guy, I don't know quite how to say this.

-Nice grave we've been digging for you. -Nice and special.

Last we saw him was when he relieved us of Mr. Soffer at the cemetery.

-Oh, watch it, will you? -Come on.

Why did you need Harry? You photographed the plans.

The deadline for collecting our winnings is Thursday noon.

I don't want a man in my icebox.

We need some lubrication.

You might wanna take a gander at them...

-No. -It's okay. I'm right here.

Oh, you didn't take that out of his pocket?

-It wobbled. -Yeah, right. I understand.

-Watch it. -What?

I've had it, that's it.

I don't belong here, buried in a cemetery.

David, can't you close his eyes?

...walked in here and just died.

I sent him half a lottery ticket as identification.

It pits friend against friend.

-Then they're gonna wanna do this. -I've read Tom Sawyer.

You call Ma Bell, call off the phone block on the 976.

He came back to me in a dream. He said that life after death was okay.

This much money completely alters your sense of reality.

Doctor, medication.

Well, I know, I know, but we have to, right?

-That's it? -I checked. I thought he was sleeping.

That's what they are, to make you feel better.

...you can kiss your fishnet-fantasy friends goodbye.

You wanna do this or you want me to do it?

Guy's meeting with him in an hour, he's got photographs of the plans.