Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I love two people.
- I put Bowers in the holding cell. - Good.
Charley, I'm happy with you, and I'm happy with your work. Okay?
There's some in my refrigerator. I'll get it!
...but trust me, you'll get used to it.
Selma, are you trying to tell me something?
I know your name. I know your brand.
...and personal anguish involved here.
It was just a silly old thing, anyway. I'll be fine.
Well, I'm checking the classified of Soldier of Fortune magazine.
Don't worry. I won't bother you anymore.
Four-eyes? How archaic.
Mitch? When I got that letter about you, I had to assume...
Never had use for poachers, either.
If you don't see what you want, I can order it for you.
Yep. Just like that.
No trace. Not a piece of fur, nothing.
What are you saying?
Bernie the human. Got it.