Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-All right. No one was on the phone. -Terrific.
Thank you.
My broker. I told him to sell.
-Wally. -Beav.
Out of $100,000, you only got $1100 left?
...you were in a bad mood and that stinks! Lots of times I'm in a bad mood.
-I gotta run. -l heard her.
Hey, I'm not totally invulnerable, you know.
...just shut the hell up about it and crawl back into your cage, okay?
-I don't know. But we will. We will. -We will?
Seventy-five hundred dollars.
Not a word, not a syllable, not yet.
Look, we're brothers, but we have nothing in common.
After a while.
Yeah. Right.
Wow. -Yeah, wow.
And that $100,000 that you found and have been spending...
Depressed? Depressed is what I was before I started feeling really bad...
-A case? A case? -A case. A customer.
Okay, everybody knows you're feeling a little bit--
Money for some new idea. Gonna make everybody a million bucks.
Because the next time, we ain't gonna have time for drinks.
That would be a female land-speed record.
Five minutes.
That's why you wanted me to come tonight, isn't it?
A day after I bought the opener, I get a call at my apartment.
Operator, I'm telling you, you're putting me in a hell of a spot here.
It was weird.
-Your house? -My house.
-Hello. -Good afternoon.
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!
-S0? -So what?
Now he's thin and he's rich Drives a Porsche 944