Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sure you can appreciate the conflict of interest that presents.
My girlfriend.
So, what's that got to do with his eyes or his wardrobe or his chin?
...what that big-boned bag of wind has been putting me through.
He has friends, family, pets, just like we do.
I've already written a week's worth of rhymes. Thanks, Miss Hayes.
Who cares if she called you big boned?
And I uncovered something I think you're gonna wanna hear.
Bailiff, take this woman into custody.
Dead?
Shave your head in a Mohawk, tattoo an eight ball.
-...I don't want it to be the last. -Burt.
...the man charged with murdering his business partner, Kathleen O'Rourke?
That somebody was Mr. Gibson.
...mistress.
I guess I was.
When you planning on coming home?
I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me Sparky.
-Please don't leave me. -Leave you?
-My son sneezes at garlic. -Dad--
They were cooking the books.
Sicily is not extra.
Maybe she's right. You know it's not easy to be the son of a Viola.
That's easy for you to say, it's not your family.
-Hey, cousin, don't rush off. I'm busy now.
Yeah.
Look, lady, what do we have to do to get you to reconsider?
This man, John Gibson, is an innocent man.
Sequestered.
You could meet her, get to know her.
All rise.
-Mr. Foreman. -Don't say mistrial.
...had you not attempted to cover up the debits with phoney credits...
Burt.
Dad.
Never mind that lying under oath is a criminal offence.