Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No kidding. - Oh, he's your boyfriend?
- Fireball. - All right.
Next time he runs, 5 on the nose.
...something like that. Would you check it out? End of message.
I guess I told you about that before, haven't I?
Look, I'm sorry.
We're supposed to believe that he slipped and fell. We don't believe it.
You get some Idaho potato picker here, you give him a funny name...
The money that you loaned me to get this place solvent...
Oh, well, while you two waltz each other around, I'll go call Pathology.
Well, that's good.
I had to collect some money from my stands.
- Yeah. - Right.
Wait a second.
Did you see the sign?
Can I go too?
He went flying out of the ring and ended up in the third row.
You connected with this organization?
No, wait a minute, Starsk.
Full nelson.
I own this place, and you work for me, remember?
You're not gonna shoot?
Yes.
Hey, behave yourself.
But I'm very tired and a little scared.
Well, you ever try to get 10 horses in a basement?
- Are we? - Quit pressing me, Ellen.
- Wanna cover $50 on The Cat's Meow? - I'll take it.
Blue Cheese Country?
He doesn't like to brag.
Find a very small jockey.
Okay. Now, I've got...
- That's good, Mac. - He's a poet.
You did good. That's it for me today.
Soon Henry is Now Henry.
- You got everything else you need. - Yeah.
What do you mean, nothing?
- You are Ellen Forbes? - Yes.
I didn't hear anybody say "we."
...and you go on in and see what makes him tick.