Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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