Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He'll turn Bobby away the minute he sets foot on his doorstep.
Hello, Lupino. Sorry to disturb you. I need to talk to Mr. Strickland.
"My daddy's having a heart attack!"
Oh, God!
Go find the ball, Bobby.
Come and get me, you sons of bitches!
You owe that man an apology. I'll wait out here.
Look out.
- No. - Watch this.
Then that security guard's fired.
Both of You Go Home And I'm Not Giving You A Mug.
No, it's too late. I promised the last tank-wipe job...
You got that?
But we can try.
Hamilton.
- I'm Mr. Hill. - Little Mr. Hill.
Also, sir, your truck is parked more than one foot from the curb.
Your daddy said you'd give us the money and the watch.
I do not want a cookie. I want that mug.