Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bobby, nobody's gonna hurt you.

- Anthony, do I look pale? - You look like mozzarella.

Keep looking, maggot.

- Have a shot. - I gotta go.

Right at the fucking top, we got Ritchie freak.

If you walk out that door, I'm gonna jump out that window and kill myself.

What are you doing?

- Now, Vinny? - One minute.

Police! Don't move! Get against the car!

Yes, I am. I'm waiting to get in.

Get the fuck outta here with your broke half-dead lobsters.

- Stop talking like that. - You been in London, too?

Ritchie, you heard about the killer?

- It's not funny! - Baby, the power's out.

- Was that for me? - That was the pills, the coke.

You like presents.

It's not just you, Vinny. He fooled the whole world.

Hello from the sewers of NYC

- I'm sorry. - Get out of here, Ritchie!

Don't leave me now. Let's work this shit out.

You have been busting my balls ever since you got promoted.

What the fuck am I gonna do? What if I can't stop?

You gotta cut it out, or I'm not gonna spare you next time.

God, I love you so fucking much.

- At the club? - Yeah, yeah.

love's got a hold on me

Now, you tell me...

Gotta enjoy it while it lasts. Know what I mean?

Stand there for just one second. What's your name?

What are you doing here?

You're the big tough guy round here?

4-5 precinct, Officer Riggs. Yes, sir.

Watch your fucking mouth! This is a business.

You get so excited by this stuff.

Him and Ruby are trying to make a fast getaway.

Was one of them named Sheri?

What the fuck did you do to your hair? Shit looks stupid.

Who are you? What do you want? Who are you?

He has a crazed look on his face.

which swallow up these delicacies

You could be whatever you want, I think.

I know you can't get away with shit in life.

- What's up? - Buonanotte.

and people with respiratory problems...

I'll dance on the way out. Follow me.

- Got him in Yonkers, idiot! - Don't fucking lie!

I hope he kills you, you fucking faggot pansy!

Get the fuck in the car now!

Why do they have to come here and do that?

- Don't leave me. - I'm sorry, baby.

Didn't you meet Mickey Mantle?

Looks like he split that bat.

are melting away

I'm embarrassed. I don't wanna talk about that.

- They stick around the murder scene. - See who comes by.

What if he fucking thinks I saw him?

Ritchie's at home. We want you to help.

I've made some bad calls and I'm a bad husband and I admit it.

Sheri, do you want to fuck?

God, you're beautiful.

- I didn't accuse you of anything. - I know, sweetie pie.

Do I got to spell it out for you?

Even though we don't know where he was?

if I can make it there

- Willie Mays was the man. - Mick was the guy!

Reggie steps back into the box. He's got the new bat.

a resident of Yonkers, New York.

Go out and kill, commands Father Sam.

so we're gonna give you one more chance.

There's a homicidal maniac in the neighborhood.

Daily News columnist Jimmy Breslin

Hello! Anybody out there?

It's all right. Everything's fine.

If I knew, I wouldn't be asking. I mean...

and you're so sexy and confident and everything.

Listen, I mean...

I don't feel well. I gotta get some air.

On a rocket ship, no time to wait

Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you. Are you in a cult?

- Vinny. - Dee, stay where you are.

It's not that, please. It's just...

it was just one of those things

Run. I'm sorry about everything. Run, man. Please.

That's a quote.

I don't know what to say.

Reggie steps back in the box.

- I already paid for the room. - You can go there and jerk off.

- Vincenzo! - Shit.

Vinny, open the door!

to run to their hairdressers to dye their hair blonde

Ritchie's a dancer at Male World.

Let me tell you something.

Fuck you, Wicked King Wicker, Duke of Death, Son of Sam.

- I'm sorry. - It's all right, sweetheart.

- Get the fuck out! - There's a psycho killer out.

- What a dress. - Easy, now.

You're the whore, you stupid fucking whore.

I need to talk to you. Listen to me for once.

- I saw you serve those guys. - It's these fucking guys.

I don't fucking believe this shit.

To be interpreted as bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang.

Dippy doo Run, run, run

Got to keep on dancing

- Connie? - Yeah.

of Bedford-Stuyvesant to get a darker perspective.

And he works nights.

Come over here.

See, I thought that what we had was special together.

Put him on the list. Write him down.

You know, Ron, we've been dating for three weeks.

I gotta sing for $75 and he gets $50? No.

It's pure pandemonium, hysteria, chaos.

Dee, I'm ready.

what's a pigeon doing on judge judy? he probaly thinks she's suing him $73734372347234723427 in birdseed.

What do you want me to do? Arrest myself?

Come on, let's go! You ain't getting out of this one!

It's David Berkowitz! There he is!

You're not sorry what you did to me.

Fuck this idiot. Let's go.

Want the whole wide world to see

Whatever you want. Go or stay?

- Baby, listen. - I love you so much.

What's the matter, Vin? Not gonna say hello?

You ganging up on me?

Give him some money.

it wouldn't be enough to say how much I love you.

You can fix it up. Have privacy.

I'll take $5 for the whole fucking bag!