Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not gonna let this out of my sight.
I don't know, Vernon.
Well, at least she doesn't spend all her time finding fault with me.
Hey, slow down.
I know you're in what they call financial straits.
What the holy hell is this?
Oh, like sitting in the kitchen...
- I didn't say it like that. - Yeah, you did.
...and I keep forgetting...
...and now you're talking about being a jillionaire.
Nothing. Wasn't important.
- I'll remember that. - I don't suppose you happen...
Oh, hell, boy.
You go first.
I swear, if she thinks I'm going to prison...
You want a beer?
Come on.
You mean to say to me you had that thing all along...
- I'm... - With your looks...
...I could care less. - He's trying to explain.
- I talked to my boss. - Damn it.
Floyd?
Vernon, don't you leave me all alone here...
I told you before, I'm not paying for any brand-new Buick.
...while I get my jacket.
That woman is dumb as a post.
You don't have a choice, Vernon.
All right.
It's just that all my money's tied up in...
...get a bandstand, a crystal chandelier.
He's telling the truth. I swear.
Now you got that, slick?
Okay.
- Come back later and try it on. - I wanna take this with me.
All right, you. Get your car keys out, put them on the desk.
...something I want a whole lot.
That way, at least you'll collect on the fire insurance.
Now that map's gotta be worth 5, $10 million.
It don't do no good to cry whatsoever, so you might as well quit.
...that whatever it was that you found, it belongs to me.
- You sure you don't mind closing? - Get out. Have a good time.
I guess you're right.
The hard part, the part I'm not looking forward to...
...I'd come out there and I'd whip your butt.
Well, we'll talk about it.
The sound of my voice don't seem to be reaching your ears.
Believe me, I'm starting to regret it.
"Goddamn, what a hell of a time to stop!"
You're looking real good.
...drinking beer, shooting the shit with you. Forgot how much I loved that.
I got this package for Mr. Escobar, and I can't get nobody to answer.
Darling, find the car, start the motor and honk the horn. I'll be right along.
Mr. Pope?
Furthermore, the prints found on the weapon used to kill Floyd Simmons...
- And you know what that means? - We'll put it high up.
The Blue Bonnet Lounge ain't ever gonna be anything.
...than half interest in a cemetery plot.
That's right.
- But l... - Period!
- Hey. - I lived up to my end of the bargain.
Because we have an agreement. Why wouldn't he?
I could hire waitresses with those short uniforms on...
Because I said so, that's why.
He's over there by that rusted-out Chevy.
Listen to the man. He's real serious about this.
- You missed. - Hell, I know that much.
...and it takes a couple of nitwits about 10 minutes...