Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't-- No hitting.

Maybe he's still alive because he was meant to suffer more. I don't know.

Come on. Hey. Come on, now.

Two thousand degrees, Mick.

-Duka speaking. -You're on.

You wouldn't want Howard Saint to see them, Mr. Glass.

Get the junk out of here.

Tell that to your son. He doesn't believe me.

You're that boy in the newspaper.

You lose everything, Howard. Everything.

-I'm not saying shit. -Well, I don't want you to say shit.

-Mom. -Get out of the car.

You'll smell burning meat, and then--

You sell badly forged fake passports to Haitians.

Any discussion of Howard Saint's business involves two Cubans:

Get a girlfriend.

Dave's the one with all the--

Been with Howard 20 years.

He's daring us.

Frank Castle is dead.

...to pursue...

So, what's up? You gonna string up Howard Saint and blowtorch him?

It sure looks like you know what you're doing, Joan.

Somebody, help me!

He's gonna fuck your life up.

...we'll know everything there is to know about Otto Kreig within 24 hours.

Micky should have his eyes checked.

You don't owe me anything. I've brought you nothing but trouble.

I have been loyal to you, Howard. You're not making any sense.

I wasn't there.

I'm calling it. It's 1:37 am.

...then how do | feel now?

I know it's not Thanksgiving, but...

They were selling T-shirts in town. One of them was really scary.

Otto Kreig, meet my friend Bobby. He's helping me with the financing.

...ignorance is no excuse.

Thanks for dinner.

I like that idea.

I mean, wasn't she?

What's he been doing for the last few days?

Have you lost your--?

I need you to be a big boy, and you have to keep moving, okay?

You have to try my Ice Florentine. Come on, Dave.

The man who died in the Alamo. Had a knife named after him.

So he's mistaken?

You are one dumb son of a bitch.

You're fucking my best friend.

You're good. You should've been a stage actor.

Howard. Come here.

That would be a little hard to accomplish, Howard.