Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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