Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everything's gonna be fine.
I work there.
then I'm gonna get in and smelly and dirty it up myself.
My treat.
I'm afraid you'll all have to leave now.
Alex? Yeah.
I'm... I'm sorry, uh...
( coins clinking )
How are your kids?
In fact, "big" isn't even the right word.
How'd you like a sack of dirt?
How's everybody been?
Oh, from Baji!
Oh, you said, "Have one"?
I don't believe it. You...
Unless a bolt of lightning shoots through that window
I mean-- but you did.
"Please come and see me before I die."
Yeah, them Mexican guys are tough.
We can get along very nicely
smelliest cab in the garage,
Sorry, Bob.
Huh? Oh, Louie,
Hmm...
John, how are the bookings?
What's the matter, you heard it already?
He's got His brass knuckles on.
No way, Bob, believe me.
I broke a promise, Alex.
Yeah, I think so.
Alex.
Oh, everybody's fine. Everybody's fine.
I'll be darned.