Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bull, I think I'm just gonna take my chances.
Or, for that matter, when you're going to run into...
Yeah. Listen, I guess it was kind of a rough night for you, huh?
Yeah, Lana, where you been the last 15 minutes?
Blumberg was unimpressed and told him to leave.
And they're bringing him up to your office.
And I decided to try on my old Girl Scout uniform.
- Hey, kid. - Don't hit me.
He told the truth. Brilliant. I never suspected it.
Let's get on with it.
- Your Honor, may I approach the bench? - Yeah.
Mr. Prosecutor?
You do, and you'll answer to me.
Court's in session.
Let me guess. He bought the cookies.
- That doesn't make sense. - Look, it's very simple.
It says "peanut brittle."
Well...
Okay. Thank you, Judge Stone.
...till I talk to my lawyer.
He's working with some kind of therapist.
Oh, would you look at that? All I got is a 100. I'll have to get some change.
Your aspirin's in the top drawer.
All right, people, if we could all find a seat, please.
...that there was an attempt, but...