Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I have a house, some stocks and bonds. - Mm-hmm.
It's all open out here. Any sentry could spot him almost a mile and a half away.
- Goodbye, missy. - Mr Lee...
I gotta be alone with my phone.
- Hold this. - Comin' out of the closet, Hannibal?
Malavida's a tax man.
four days after the Vietnam War ended.
- Is he nuts? - No, I'm nuts.
What do you kids want?
- Then why do you do it? - For the jazz, baby.
I love it when a mark is angry. They don't think straight.
Al Massey was captured by a bandit, Malavida Valdez.
- What's this? - That's a tent tightener.
- What? - This man is dying. Where's the hospital?
I am a killer with louvered windows.
Got him. Okay.
Just give us a second here, fellas. He's on us... Colonel Lynch.
I can't?
Turn over your feature stuff to Mark and file your filler before you leave.
Oh, no. Your credit's okay with us, Jo Bob.
Mike Kelly tried to follow that story about six months ago before he got sacked.
Old Hannibal loves the jazz, man. He loves the jazz.
We got some guests leaving. Let's go.
Right now, the national army is on its way.
Seven and half.
I'm looking for John Smith! John, where are ya?
You're late, my boy. I was wondering if you forgot.
- I hope you have a plan. - Of course I do, Miss Allen.
Sorry. I couldn't get the army. I managed to wrangle this camera ship and these guns.
Maybe you come down from there and we talk.
When you go to school, don't they teach you about Hannibal and them elephants?
What are you doing, Hannibal?
I ain’t playing No singles
Why don't you tell me about it? - Well...
Excuse me again, but isn't he one of you?
We will talk. You come out, okay?
The sleeping giant awakes.
- What? - People's coming. You no park here.
Just like that.
I like your style, Miss Allen.
I'm suspending you at half pay for two weeks. You're a good reporter...
That's nothing. File it under "old business."
Now, if you wanted somebody with good manners, you should have hired an English butler.
José, the manager, couldn't turn any rooms, so we had to settle for the owner's villa.
You're really big in the papers in Puntarenas.
Well, if I were you, I'd pull out the camouflage netting.
And I thought I could call him...
- Then why isn't he doing it now? - He had a little brain haemorrhage or something.
Hang in there, baby.
You better dig your cannons out of the mud, 'cause you're running out of time.
Like in rope 'em and brand 'em?
He may get real tough.
His uncle is having a lobotomy tomorrow?
What time is it?
Get back in the lake! Come on. I'm on a tight clock here!
Sorry, Jerry. That's our screwup. I'll get a guy up there.
I'll be with you in a minute. I gotta answer my phone.
- Good. - Do you do this all the time?
There was a rumour that they broke some senator's kid out of a Turkish prison.
- You never know. - I do. We're almost out of gas.
- How much did this place cost? - Nothing. It's on the house.
I miss ridin' over the north 40 Sunday mornings...