Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But the first time you get some money, what do you do?
And you're giving him this for a prescription, and you'll be all right.
-No-no-no-no-no. -Oh, yes. That's wrong. Okay.
He had to keep it a secret.
Yeah, he was the winning pitcher today.
-What? What? -What were you trying to tell me before?
(BAND PLAYING JAZZ)
-Good morning, Melvin. -Good morning, Mr. Brewster.
...$100,000 a month to figure that out.
Chuck Fleming. Action News.
with Montgomery Brewster and entourage
-Yeah. Spike. I'm paying him... -Ha!
That's why I love you, Charley.
-That's okay. -What did I buy?
Yeah.
The 300 million.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
I've heard so much about you.
You have to spend the 30 million,
He's taking pictures of me for the last three games.
Count it. It's all there. Nothing but long shots, huh?
Baron Levitsky recently offered $850,000 for it, and I laughed in his face.
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
Have to keep those books straight, don't we, darling?
Sanitation, union corruption, urban renewal...
Do you like it?
but by opening all 60 bottles
The Yankees see this, they're really gonna rub it in.
I don't know what team, but you'll see me on television
This whole team's going to shit, and we're gonna miss the play-offs.
This is Chuck Fleming, Action News, in midtown Manhattan.
They gave me $100 bills, Charley.
-He called my wife an ugly bitch. -Oh, come on.
-But you don't know what I'm trying to do. -What are you trying to do?
-No, Warren. Hold it more to the left. -Your left or my left?
And I got to say I'm very disappointed. Look at you!
-Now, it's not fancy, but... -(TIRES SCREECH)
I don't think I'm gonna pull this off, do you?
I want business done. That's the way it should be.
$30 million? You kiddin' me?
In a sense, we're at the benefit, right now.
BREWSTER: There she goes again, as usual.
I can't believe you didn't make the all-star team.
She's a bad investment.
-You shut up. -What did I say?
-You're a real jerk, you know that? -Ain't that the truth.
(INAUDIBLE)
Two hundred people at a $100 a head.
You're not allowed to tell anybody
Oh!
That's a nice attempt at a classic French piano.
Monty Brewster. That's me, right?
into slick advertising campaigns
Repulsive's not the word. We're all full of shit.
Heller and Salvino are both just a couple of overgrown wharf rats.
Are you all right?
Yes, I know it wasn't.
Monty, this is Hackensack, New Jersey.
Chief and 49ers Super Bowl Like Brewsters Millions I Vote None of the Above to win
It's just an advance.
Cold beer here. Cold beer.
I want it in a regular account that doesn't pay anything.
Mr. Brewster, I want you to know
painters, writers, inventors... And I'm gonna form this business.
A country bumpkin that flashes his money around like some big shot?
Hey, it's supposed to be a party.
and use them for firewood, right?
it could make it easier for us if you could act as our eyes and ears."
FLEMING: Well, Monty Brewster's extravagance knows no bounds.
And double the workmen's salary.
Who's buying the booze?
There's gonna be sports writers out there.
That's the name.
Right.
Kinda like a kid in a candy store, you know what I mean?
(SCOFFS) George, I can't afford it now.
How about a bottle of champagne?
with Mr. Brewster and myself, is a couple of, well, local heroes, really.
What happens if I don't take the million dollars and I,
(LAUGHS) Better take a big towel.
There's nothing wrong with being a decorator.
I did the best I could. That wasn't that man's fault.
I am going to do for you a postmodern fantasy in here.
BOTH: Oh, no, Mr. Brewster.
Well, the man's gonna have to take $100,000,
I didn't think anybody would take me serious.
Which is just as silly as me running for office.
In other words, I only get paid if you profit from my advice.
Yes, but unfortunately it looks like you could win this election.
-Spare no expense. -Spare no expense.
Oh, no, Mr. Brewster. I can't accept this.
No. I bet he's someone high up in the Yankee organization, right?
Mr. Roundfield, you're a real nice man.
He doesn't exist. There is no Rudy.
I don't think you inherited me with your money, Mr. Brewster.
Hey, look at it this way, Brewster.
is that if you're nude and you get a massage, that's the best thing for ya.
No. We're hungry. $200 a head!
Did you really spend all that money?
Brewster, greetings from the grave.
I'll just spend it. I can't take it.
Oh, thank God.
And you get 20 other guys, and I'll pay 'em $3,000 a week.
And he bought a baseball team, right?
Admittedly, without you knowing, I used the corporate name. I hope you don't mind.
Mmm.
a team bus with air conditioning and a TV!
We play better than this. Honest we do.
(GASPING) No, no, no, no.
-Benefit? -Yes.
No, I don't want to lay anyone off.
Running for political office is extremely expensive, unless you win.
I'll tell ya now, I'll tell ya now, it's raining.
The word is out on you. I had to lay these bets off all over town.
Dear sir, do you think you could settle this out of court
-Great. How much to get this off the ground? -Oh, maybe...
Life just ain't worth livin'
-Uh, Rudy... -Hey! Butt out, rag arm!
Hackensack Bulls, huh?
Got to you in the nick of time
I can't believe it either.
None of the above!
10 million, 10 million, 10 million dollars!
we'll fly in women every other day.
I never had any friends.
After paying the highest-recorded price ever for a stamp,
We would experience a loss of only 18% through evaporation and melting.
That's great, Marilyn.
And we're arrange it so that we can play the New York Yankees!
You've never had a credit card in your entire life.
That financial-world wizard who came on the scene not long ago
I'm gonna go warm up, Miss Drake.
And I want everybody to get a shot.
And why don't you use your fork, not your fingers.
In here. Let's go!
God! It isn't an asset anymore. He's mailed it!
Why don't wait until tomorrow,
But it takes a real athlete to be a professional baseball player.
This is the real deal.
because we're gonna get in shape, and we're gonna beat the Yankees!
What do you do with your money, put it in tin cans?
is whether the city of New York is for sale,
Hey, old man, getting a little tired, huh?
Mr. Brewster, I'm a lawyer.
I doubt it. That's why I put a special wimp clause in my will.
Listen to me, I pissed off so much money,
I thought I'd find you here.
My choice
because I'm in here with you.
-Yeah. -Brewster, the airport's on Long Island.
Oh, living in materialistic reality
I'd like to take my hat off to the Yankees.
(BRIGHTLY) Come in, the door's open.
Miss Drake! This is a private meeting.