Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When summer's in the meadow

the old man's still an artist with a thompson

- So he says. - Meaning what, exactly?

You don't know that. It don't make sense. Why would he?

Not at all. I came to hear your side of the story.

I guess you think that's a bonehead play.

Hell, Leo, I ain't embarrassed to use the word. I'm talking about ethics.

- You know who I am? - Yeah, Johnny Caspar's shadow.

I'll see where the twist flops.

- Okay, Eddie. Friends now, huh? - Nuts.

I guess you picked that fight with me just to tuck yourself in with Caspar?

Another fix? Which fight?

Giovanni Casparro.

you bump the Shmatte, I hold up my end.

It's a dream, Tommy! I'm praying to you!

Okay, Leo. Maybe it wasn't that innocent.

But when I bet with this son of a bitch Bernie Bernbaum,

- I run things now! - No one appreciates that more than I.

and the DA hasn't touched any of your rackets.

- You said you would. - I said I'd think about it.

I suppose you think you raised hell.

Since you botched that hit, I can only be so grateful.

Anyone left in there, come out grabbing air! You know the drill!

since a guy will say anything when his number's up.

Or like anyone.

If Leo did want me back, he's a bigger sap than I thought.

I was walking in the woods, I don't know why.

I just wrote this check to Lazarre.

Hello, O'Doole. You don't look happy.

Because ethically, he's kind of shaky.

There's nothing in it for you now.

If I was a horse, I'd be on my fetlocks praying you don't pick me.

Bernie's dead, isn't he?

I wouldn't want it any other way.

A hot dog and mustard?

Let us know if you need anything. - Yeah, happy days. Have a seat.

- Why can't you admit it? - What?

for a guy who'd chop you off at the heels for two bits.

What's on your mind, Bernie?

That they were the ones who sold out your fix.

I wanna place a bet on tonight's fight.

Who's this? Hello, Shad.

- They wouldn't dare. - I told you not to hit Caspar's club.

I know Mink is Eddie Dane's boy, but still I...

- Miss me? - Drop dead.

We can table that for a later day.

- How'd you get the fat lip? - War wound. Acts up around morons.

All right, let's go!

And you picked it up, but it wasn't a hat anymore.

How horrible Rug was, how he goaded you, shook you down.

- You might find Mink with him. The hell you say.

- No one else knows about the fix? - No one without ethics.

But I figure a deal is a deal. You're square with me,

I wanna see you sweat a little.

Tho' soft you tread above me

- What's the fireworks? - Knocking over one of Leo's clubs.

That ain't all we know, smart guy.

I never met anyone made being a son of a bitch such a point of pride.

I'll sit facing the corner in a funny hat.

'Tis you, 'tis you must go

I just got a good feeling about ....

You can't be part of this! I think these guys are gonna whack me!

I've had worse. Your ventilator mending?

you're missing out on a complete life. I know, flicks, big deal.

You haven't bought a license to kill bookies. I ain't selling any.

Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!

- The oldest reason. - I know friendlier places.

Then you must be happy to see me.

Me, picking up after the dog:

well we just differ on that.

As in, he ain't got any.