Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go see the dry-cleaner's wife. You've got three days.

Don't act hard when you're in your undies.

وقتی میری دسشویی و در میزنن

You think the movie business is different?

Martin already told me that he loves it.

OK, how 'bout this?

Because the guy is a customer of mine, dummy!

It says here you're getting Martin Weir.

I can't believe this map is accurate.

I've been picked up for loan sharking and racketeering, but never convicted.

The magic number.

Yeah, where you been, Harry?

Take a fucking look at this.

Well, I got an early call.

He was watching Letterman, huh?

I been calling you. Where you been?

This is my associate, Chili Palmer.

What's going on?

Somebody call nine, fucking one, one, one.

Is she coming in from Newark?

Did you see it work in some movie?

- Chili and me. - Really?

Forget about that stuff.

I'm in LA now. I'm going into the movie business. Producing.

Hey, that's fair.

Take this gun and put a pill in the bucket hat over there.

That was no miss.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck duck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Would you come with us, please?

I wonder--would that work?

How about Get Shorty?

Martin. Yeah, it was a beautiful role.

Yeah, I like it.

Yeah? Who is it?

My nose! My nose!

about wanting the money. It's a moral dilemma for them.

So you want to know?

You're supposed to give me the money yourself!

All right, I'm gonna get up, when I'm gone you sit in this seat,

It didn't slip away. You did when you fucked Nicki at my birthday party.

Operator, let me have Las Vegas...

Hi. My name is Ray, I'm a friend of Chili Palmer's.

How'd you get in?

Anyway, this dry-cleaner, let's call him Leo, he's scared.

Well, lock it on your way out.

I like it out here.

Like when Bette Davis walks up to the guy

Come on, man You can do better than this.

High up in it. That's why Harry's going to produce Mr. Lovejoy with me,

We had a fight and she went back to Brooklyn.

I wanna see your books, your fuckin' bank statements...

I quit! I don't work for you no more.

I'm being honest. He was a lousy writer but a good husband.

It's chilly outside and it's Chili inside. It's a fucking Chili-fest.

See that, the way the man went right over?

Color's what the part needs, man. You need somebody with some style.

I'll meet these limo guys, tell 'em to leave you alone

Take another look at The Cyclone,

I was in the money business and I have a lot of ideas in my head.

Well, don't get me wrong,

Once I get the authentic sounds of speech,

Did he ever find that dry-cleaner, the one with all the money on him?

Tell your boss I don't ever wanna see him again.

On the news every day for a week. Harry must have been busy.

...after that long fucking...

"You Get To The End, you write Fade Out. And You Done."

You gave him the money?

And bring two straws for Harry.

Said he was the "Martinizing King of Miami". What a moron!

You must be doing some big deals doing lunch in a place like this.

There's 310,000 here. I'm taking the 300 you scammed from the airlines,

If I have a heart attack, I hope you know what to do.

I went to Bensonhurst to hear you guys talk.

Whatever you say, Ray.

The first thing that's got to go is the title.

I think you speak very good English.

It’s chilly outside and it’s Chili inside. It’s a regular fucking Chili-fest.

Oh... Martin was different then.

That's not bad for a guy his size.

I've read it. Harry left a copy at the house.

Obviously much better than you, Chili.

Who the fuck is Momo? Where do you get these names?

That's his backup piece.

- Hi, what's your name? - Stephanie.

Are you kidding me?

I think it's only fair. Don't you?

You broke in my house and I have a witness.

I never met a fink and I hope I never do,

Yeah. I was wondering why he would do that.

- Oh, yeah? - Can I ask you a question?

- Yeah. - That's my girl.

First, who am I talking to, him or you?

I can actually think the way those guys do. Get inside.

God Damn felons!