Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Register matches inventory. - Yeah, you're right.
Put some clothes on. You two look like a couple of fags.
Whoo!
A grand to Big Lenny?
Are you sure that's such a good idea?
What do I owe you for the reach-around?
- If you didn't run, we'd have flushed first. - We want our 6 grand.
Today is Put Your Head in the Toilet Day.
I won't look like a lady.
Oh, God. I can't. Stop it, make it stop.
The important thing is you kids. Carl.
Any chance I can borrow this?
...would trickle down to us, but that's their fault.
- Give me a number. - Thirty-five.
- Shut up. - Yeah, you really opened up.
- Roofie get the job done? - I don't wanna rape him.
Debs, come here.
- I couldn't get them to raise the limit. - Plus interest.
Heh. Kidding.
But what was I supposed to do? Shoot him over a Cup-a-Soup?
- You were right. - Anything else?
Straight shot. There's no O'Flaherty's.
Downstate, picking up our dad from prison.
When a plane goes down, they tell you to put your mask on before helping anyone.
Okay. Who's a sweet boy? Come here.
- It's a medical mystery. - What do you want me to do?
You're supposed to negotiate.
Unless you want the little girl. She's 11, 12.
What did you want me to do, shoot the kid?
- Hey, what floor's the pool? - Second, but it's closed.
Six hundred and eighty dollars...
Jesus. I need it more than you.
You're perfect. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Can you tell him, I'm sorry, I tried?
I need an ice pack. And where's Carl?
How about if we start with a bath? Okay? You like bubbles, don't you?
Oh, finger-paints.
Did Mickey pay for that?
Lock the door.
Twelve hundred at the Windy Titty?
What is it?
Uh, a huge guy jumped me. Two eighty, 290, steroids... Who knows?
Know anyone who wants to buy part of a liver?
Wanna show you something.