Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and pull this kind of crap?
I love everything in the theatre. I would like to die on the stage.
Close the doors on me for, when I'm going out there before?
That's a fact.
Hey!
Get the cash. Those rich ladies write out a check at night,
Hansel and Gretel McAlbertson. One flight up.
- You bet I do, sir. - Yeah.
I got this damn thing all figured out.
A woman with children wouldn't have time.
Yes, sir. Mr. Evers, sir. I wonder if you could have a word with me?
- A Texas oil man. - Aggressiveness.
You look real nice, loverboy. Real nice.
Hey, you know that runty little bastard I was with?
You want me, I don't go nowhere without my buddy here.
Hey, dog.
You're the only one, Joe. You're the only one.
- OK? - Yeah, OK, OK, OK.
Hold it, baby. Save some of that for tonight.
Oh, lower.
I've been thinking. I hope we're not gonna have a lot of trouble
That's New York talking there, ma'am.
Sticky. What did you do, slobber on it?
It's not far.
It goes... It goes other places.
And I...
It's up in Central Park, taking a leak.
- Give me soup. - What do you think I'm getting?
Come back tomorrow. Promise?
Here.
B-6, G-49.
Here. Don't even thank me.
- That ain't nice, picking on a cripple. - Cripple or not, I don't care!
In fact, you just sit comfy and I'll cut it out with my fingernail file, Ratso.
You're the only one who knows about it.
Well, it can end in Y.
You're a lovely person, really.
Well, what about all my things?
because you stole $20 off me.
Have you got that thing turned up?
I think we'd better find somebody and tell them that I'm here.
Listen, Marjorie, you should try it.
- Where's that Joe Buck? - Where is that Joe Buck?
♪ Grandma's gonna buy you a golden ring
♪ Break away from old habits
Oh! Hitler's storm troopers!
- I'm keeping it on you. - I'm too hot now. Dumb.
My ideal is Gary Cooper, but he's dead.
Damn it, you take it and go on with your work.
Wine and skyrockets.
Well, it happens.
Hey, Cass. You know what you got here?
and she busts out bawling when I ask her for money.
- Catch an early supper at Lindy's. - What time?
A whoremonger.
Morey's always complaining about his ulcers.
a damn alley cat.
I had this image of a policeman without his stick,
They get you all gussied up for some damn thing, ain't they?
You know, with proper management,
I've prayed in the toilets.
Get out of here. Come on. Fucking creeps, go to work.
I'd say she was good for 10 bucks, but I'll ask for 20.
- On your feet. - Oh, wow.
Y'all gonna eat them crackers?
Hey, Ratso!
No.
Well, you want me to stay here. That's the idea?
It's OK, folks. Nothing to worry about.
Well I ain't cheap
Johann Gambolputty
No, ma'am, I ain't.
OK?
You got yourself a damn penthouse.
Five?
Ten? You want ten?
- Guess who I am. - Who?
and I gotta get him south quick as I can.
Hey, why you mad? Hey, what?
No way to collect insurance.