Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not that I complained, mind you.
Doris going.
It was a pretty good speech and even had me going,
Then I waited.
Oh, no, it's okay.
No, I... no, l-I do probate and real estate...
Doris wasn't big on divine worship,
The judge comes in last. He'll come in when Doris gets here.
Tell Doris not to worry.
I have been 13 years as an entrepreneur, and I have never...
They winched it out...
I've made inquiries.
It was clean.
I don't understand.
In some boat yard in San Diego.
My name's Diedrickson, county medical examiner.
Well, it was quite something.
- Big Dave. - Huh?
But everyone call me Birdy.
I don't know what to do.
What sunspots are made of,
Sit down over there.
But I don't think you want to spend the rest of your life in chino.
What's the point?
It was a routine we fell into most every evening.
Well, we goin'?
Listen, when the annex opens up, you gotta stop by.
This is when you come together.
Dough is dough, huh?
As per our discussion.
The wheels of justice turn slow.
Come in.
I thought there would be arguments,
I could offer a guilty plea, and in return they don't give you the juice,
This is a man who knows nothing, no matter how much you tell him.
Cleanliness, friend.
I wish I'd played better for you 'cause I know it would've made you real happy.
Then bring me a fruit cocktail while I wait.
But then I went and found the pansy.
I am Carcanogues. You will wait, my dear.
ARNEY BRAGG??? AGAIN???
- You sure, Eddie? - Yeah, yeah, go ahead.
But I couldn't see any pattern.
Maybe have a drink.
Subject: David Allen Brewster,
They gotta put up the big front so that people will trust 'em with their money.
I didn't say a word.
Yeah, it's a nice rug.
That I wasn't the kind of guy to kill a guy,
How did she do?
He told me not to worry, though. Said he'd think of something.
The Christmas push.
Me, I don't talk much.
And they were all still struggling way down below.
I even went when Walter was away on his research trips.
No annex.
But it's true.
What do I say when I don't like dinner?
Complainant has a broken nose, couple of broken ribs.
I never even wanna hear those words.
Freddy Riedenschneider was busy preparing.
Frank Raffo, my brother-in-law, was the principal barber.
Banging into the dead ends,
Of his professional career.
No court-martial. Honorable discharge, may 8, 1945.
My first instinct was no, no, the whole idea was nuts.
I've done the research, I've contacted the vendors.
I just cut the hair.
It was... nice to meet you, sir.
Jesus.
I'm Freddy Riedenschneider. Hungry?
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.
We never told anyone outside of our official report,
Doris didn't much feel like going, and I didn't either.
Who gets the privilege?
Big Dave's annex. Now, this is strictly haberdashery.
Man, could he talk.
Shave my legs, will ya?
Mr. Hail-fellow-well-met, about to open his own business here,
Ed, gimme a zip.
Maybe the things I don't understand will be clearer there,
Hello, Tony.
Jesus. Bingo.
That our souls were still connected,
A bigger one, even, than what had really happened to Big Dave,
And all those twists and turns...
A lot of folks live with the pate exposed.
Who got into town two days later...
Cutting the hair and chewing the fat.
Have a seat, mister.
I hate wops.
What's going on, Ed?