Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Actually, I own all 11 stores. - Wow.

- What? - Oh, come on.

Move it! Get out of my way!

No, no, wait, don't- Joe, don't jump to conclusions.

Extra lettuce. Extra cheese.

You work at Avedon?

Oh, we're thinking.

- All right. - You see?

Oh, except, see, I got this big delivery to make.

- You have no right! - Right!

- No. Thank you, no. - I pay!

This guy's got some line of bullshit.

- Fred Astaire tipped me off. - What?

Forty-three! Seventy-six, hike. Go!

- So you're a friend of his? - Best friend.

There he is! That's him!

It's got a nice smell to it. I kind of like it.

Oh, he outgrew it and thought I might like it.

it used to be georgina brown having a rowdy voice that neededcaramelising clearning out of his throat but he quit so it would be sandi toxvig taking those duties wouldn't it? yes it would.

You can't tell these days.

Beautiful women actually pay you $200 apiece to sleep with them?

- Is this okay? - Oh, good. It's really good.

...but can I ask a personal question?

At least, I used to be.

Your mom would've come, but she had a final today.

Since we were in med school.

I can't! They didn't leave names or numbers, only addresses.

But we were happy. I know we were.

Hi, I'm Brad. Frosty beverage?

These American women, so cheap and easy. All they say is:

I just couldn't say no. Alex? She just insisted.

Oh, 9 grand? Okay, let's see. $4.80 an hour.

- Did that hurt? - No, I'm hardheaded.

You're Joe Bodek's son!

Major, right. I'll be damned...

Somebody in there?

Who the hell is Darlene?

Look, if something's bothering you, maybe this isn't the best time.

- Hello. Diane? - Hi, hi, hi.

He don't bother me no more.

Listen, man, I tried to tell her. She wouldn't listen!

Some women just have limited perspective, that's all.

Right! Bullshit!

These women haven't touched cash in years.

She's taking a landscape-architecture class.

Some men find it very wilting.

It's a summer job for you.

...I was defending the American way.

Does this kid look like a fruit to you?

- ... and came after you or anything? - Of course.

- Hey, man, that shit works for you. - No.

I hate to say it, but the guy never appreciated you.

- Yes, Linda? - Mr. Rubelinski's calling.

Whoever he is, he's gonna get his face stomped.

You have no idea how happy I am to meet you.

This is life for me.

Three of them are motels in the Valley.

- You really like dancing to this stuff? - Yeah, sure. A lot of women do.

For all I care, you can throw it out the window.