Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Couldn't prove it by me. What's up?
(Michael) Looks like business is booming.
For one thing, the clientele.
What kind of satisfaction are you looking for?
Talking of the good old days, Michael...
[men chattering]
Look, you gotta get me some protection.
All right, let's see what else we can find.
did you know that I did some driving myself?
It's the best kind.
You want me to drop by and pick up the latest edition as a keepsake...
The nineteenth hole.
[exclaiming]
I hear you, pal. I hear you.
I ain't through with you yet.
Right away, Michael.
Oh, no. Human remains. Some of the bodies have been here for many years.
''Oh, no''? What? What ''Oh, no''?
I don't like no jokes from Detroit.
it was good enough for the Marberry Motel.
Get off my back. And I want my money.
You don't wanna hear a word I say, do you?
I've asked myself that question a thousand times.
Transfer my calls to the young lady's room. Yes, Mr. Rome.
What's that? They're here for some kind of race...
We got no choice.
(man) This is your last chance.
[grunting]
the cost of building a permanent course...
Negative, Michael, and if Rooster's car hits the wire...
[speaking German]
Well, maybe next year you can enter the second annual Marberry Grand Prix.
[phone beeping]
(announcer on PA system) Drivers in cars 7 and 12. Seven and 12.
[engine revving]
That's okay. I'll just check into a hotel, clean up...
Michael, these names. Johnny Eyes, Julius the K...
We've got 10 seconds and counting.
Can you tell me where I can find the sponsor?
I've got an idea.
Mr. C, and let him deal with you.