Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Oh for cryin' out loud! - It's just the Freslin, it makes him, you know...

If you can hear me... beware...

- I don't know what you want. - You're not very smart, are you?

I can double that bid if you give me some more time.

Yeah, all right. Have you got anything else?

I, ah... I doubt it.

Did you like the Freslin I gave you last night?

We gotta find our money and I'm pretty sure... that this grommet is involved.

Let me give ya something here. I saw it all.

Struggle only makes it more painful. Hm?

John...isn't that the pile of dren we saw outside the window?

They aren't yours, they're mine, they're mine.

You brought us to see a pornographer?!

- I can' believe you pissed him off. - I didn't piss him off. You pissed him off.

I mean, look at me, I'm a nothing.

At least none I don't want to be in.

... all your currency on pleasure and now...

these things do happen.

Eight, eight! Shut up!

I've got something for ya.

- They okay? - They're fine.

He stole it, sold it.

I mean, thought you were the great Crichton and D'Argo?

- Well, what was that thing about a "slim duck"? - Slam dunk.

One quarter million brandars!

Metabolism, Luxan.

All right, all right. You don't have to push me.

'Cause you and me, we're-we're not together anymore, are we?

Just breathe it in.