Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Vietnam vets call themselves sons of Sam.
- This is all fucking smoke. - It's a farce.
We gotta do this right.
I never said you were stupid. I love you. You can't leave me over this shit.
You tease him. You antagonize him.
I don't need to be forgiven
You let your sister talk like that?
I'm gonna throw it all out.
He only barks at people at the door.
Evil spelled backwards is live.
Fuck these guys.
What about our weekend in the Catskills?
I don't know you, Ritchie.
Holy shit.
- You know, Uncle Sam and shit? - I never heard that. Relax.
I know Sheri loves it...
He didn't jump up on the table like a madman?
You know who I've been thinking should go on the list?
What are you gonna have?
I won't go to the cops. Are you the Son of Sam?
your people, coloreds, how many of each other did they kill?
Congratulations. A toast.
I don't know.
We have Con Edison out in full force.
I swear on my mother.
I'll be back.
He's turning her into a fucking porn star.
I had this big fight with Gloria.
Where do you know Ritchie from?
I fucking hate you, you faggot piece of shit.
- Come on. Cut to the chase. - Hey, Ruby.
Pete Townshend.
You hang around with those spirit snipers,
It's out of sight It's out of sight
It's a last-minute thing. I didn't know she was coming.
I'm handling that now. What do you want? I got nickels.
Share the wealth.
Down to the avenue and back. You understand?
Eddie, he's my son. Goddammit!
Dionna flips out and wants to leave me.
- Are you shot, Bobby? - No. It was Rocco.
Don't talk like that. Get in the car.
I'm on my way.
And
You sure do, Father. It's been a long time.
Camera, come on.
I'm coming.
You're 86'd 'cause it didn't happen like that.
Dionna, you look very beautiful. May I have this dance?
Shit. No, don't do that.
Reggie steps into the batter's box, taps the plate.
Let's go. This is your palace.
Shut That wind UP
What do you mean, the line?
Whoa, baby!
New York City can now finally rest.
You'll wind up with a rowboat with two Puerto Rican skanks.
Jesus Christ.
So me and her were like that.
- Holy shit. Let me see. - Son of Sam.
she digs that rock 'n' roll
My glasses. You sons of bitches.
- A real homo-cidal maniac. - Pow! Pow!
What are you doing?
There but for the grace of God
Dippy doo Run, run, run
- Where? - Right there.
where I was sticking it up her cousin's ass.
The Yankees have been in a slump lately.
How about instead of making love, we fuck this time?
High as a mountain
Let me go. I gotta go, Vinny. Come on.
Did your partner tell you,
You're like a frigging yo-yo.
Nobody gets in my neighborhood without me knowing it.
Fucking shit place. Fuck you and your customers.
- Come on, man. - You set me up!
He's a crazy fuck, but he's smart.
Selfish bastard. You're a selfish bastard.
With your name on it.
as protection against this madman.
You got two out of three right.
How many other women did you fuck at the salon besides her?
awaiting the arrival of Son of Sam suspect David Berkowitz.
Bobby the fairy! How's it hanging?
I'm gonna be the best husband you ever had in your entire life.
Look what he's doing to her.
But what happens if Dionna's next?
First you think I'm the Son of Sam, now I'm a fucking homo.
maybe you're not that welcome here?
I hear you coming.
Would you fuck your wife in a porn film?
I told you to run.
That's all my father needs to see. Then we'll all get beatings.
- That's your daughter? - She's daddy's little sweetheart.
How many?
He's fucking Ruby while people stand around filming it.
Gloria, you need a shampoo girl?
To make me wanna stay
Come here, sweetheart.
Tell Dionna you like these things and maybe she'll do it.
Officer, what the hell happened here?
You get him out of here or we ain't coming back.
But first you have to suck my huge cock.
What, are we double-parked outside?
Yeah, you're asking. Sure.
Go find a motel. Get the hell out of here.
I love you sonu No
People trying to go out at night, but they're afraid.
You know what? I'll serve you guys.
Five shows a day, seven days a week.
All you ever do is take me to motels.
Hundreds of off-duty police officers
He's fucking exaggerating.
They're good lobsters. Two dollars each.
Mr. Williams.
Stop with those negative vibes.
- You've fucking lost me. - Fucking what else is new?
God damn it, Ritchie! We don't see you for a month.
It's hot, hazy and humid.
It's only teenage wasteland
Soon as he calls, I'm gonna have a talk with that guy.
Just beat it, kid.
- You've got your lackeys... - What is the matter with you?
I'm fucking going through a lot of shit right now.
I never seen nothing like it. Not even in 'Nam.
The power's out?
Dionna! Come back here.
Help me. Somebody, help me. Death day.
Come on. I'm sorry. Just get in the fucking car.
Did you fucking come for me?
What kind of cult?
Cowgirl
I'm cheating a lot more than I ever did.