Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You ever hear of firing a warning shot?
You go to his place...
-...beneath the rugged exterior. -The what beneath the what?
This is the last round.
I know. I sound silly. I sound ridiculous...
Look, you don't understand. I'm your friend. Comrades.
Pipe down, lady.
This is your evening.
Gotta tell you, not often I get repeat business.
-A piece of film, maybe? -We don't know. Could be anything.
-Run. -Run?
Come on, come on.
-Ask you what? -Who sent them.
Are we talking fun evening or what?
-Twist of fate? -A fluke.
Plus overtime before anybody expects a payoff.
McMahon here says he's an Oscar.
You were at the symphony last night, correct?
What I'll do is, I'll knock you out...
Sorry, tonight is sold out.
I guess I'll just mosey on in...
...no doubt from the outset.
...and I was on my way to the car, and I guess I didn't see the step.
Well, so far so good.
...with a 110 wins, no losses, 109 by knockout...
I'll leave you all my Sam Cooke records.
He seems to be a little tied up at the moment.
In my sleep. Or at the very least, on my back.
This about last night?
Your call will be taken by the next available agent.
...making you think he thinks you're special enough to make an effort for?
Hold that thought.
Did John Paul Jones say, "Give up the ship"?
Try it. Try it.
Nasty rumours about the Russian boxer not being safe.
...and saw your shadow.
Parking stub, so what?
It's always the same. Some guy picks you up.