Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Anything new, you got to educate the public. What did we say, 357?
No, I don't wanna know how much. I wanna know how.
David Addison, you're shook.
-How about me what? -Never mind.
Hey, blondie-blond.
This pretty much somes it up...
It was like The Twilight Zone.
That is no reason to act so--
One day, Mr. Eleven says to Mr. Seven:
-What are you talking about? -What does he do?
The money isn't exactly clean.
Got all of it.
-Maybe we should order. -Good idea.
-A company car, right? -Mr. Addison, a call for you at my desk.
No towels. No bathroom. No anything.
-So, what's the plan? ~The plan?
Richard.
-There he is. -You're hurting my arm.
Lots of times. But I'm not mean to you.
That's 4000 big ones.
It will melt your fat Melt it clear away
You talk as though he were a visitor from another planet.
Shut up and keep walking! What are you doing?
-Too short. -Too short! And you know why?
Davy always had...
The only thing left to do is to spend some of it, right?
How about you?
Better than a gold card.
Wanna be in a serious business?
Cross your heart?
My name is Navarone.