Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to a truck drivin' man
We do?
Please. For me. Please.
What are you doing, boy?
Okay. All right, Clyde.
I got you, my man. Thank you. Who else?
Come on over here. Give me a hand. Where you going? Get back here.
I like you.
- Give me $80. - $80. Let me see that.
- Only my boyfriend, Schyler, is sleeping. - Boyfriend?
- Is this your... - No.
That guy's the new Tank Murdock.
Why don't you get the check and I'll go outside and thank them properly?
Let's get out of here.
Take it easy. You're going to scare him.
My God.
Why are you so all fired happy, Philo?
That's funny, but don't give up your day job.
Not particularly.
I'm going around this lake...
And he's scratching his head. He's completely confused by now.
You get it? Let him make his own coffee.
The squirrel is taking his peanuts up to his tree.
And you will. You will.
I need it just like anybody else.
- I won't let anything happen to you. - That's not what I'm afraid of.
If we're all talking about the same man...
- What you got sticking out here? - Open it.
A tattoo?
Where's the wash?
You're crazy.
There you go.
- $1,200. - We'll take it.
I still say my way would be quicker.
Goodbye, now.
Something about the six-pack and the worms.
They're all over.
The one stuffing her face with chowder.
Bang.
Your time has come.
When we get to this next town, you should drum up some action.
The squirrel is ripping off peanuts, ain't you, squirrel?
The hot bartender dealing with me at closing time! :) :)
Well, listen, I sure do appreciate knowing that because...
- Herb. - Yeah.
- So, who'd you fight for him? - These four guys.
Hey, Philo. Where's your boat?
Thank you. How many would you like?
It's a monkey.
Not particularly.
- Philo. - Yeah.
The bikes, you dummies! The bikes!
Give him some slack. Don't jerk, you'll lose him!
- This is it for Tank! - Who is this guy?
I'm going to call it the Lynn Halsey-Taylor Drinking Fountain.
- House not too good tonight? - I'm okay, Philo.
What do you mean, Don't worry about it?
You know what I mean?
And you tell him that I want you to come with me...
So, I'll write him, tell him to give you a spot.
Anyway, the cop is sitting there, sipping his coffee, you see?
...most of the people I know just step on them and squish them.
- Are you Philo Beddoe? - That's right.
You so much as blink, and I'll blow a big hole in you.
Ma's going to try it again.
- You must have wanted him a lot. - I really hated to see him in that cage.
I'll tell you what: