Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You got any plans? - What, right now?
- We wanna know about Carnieri. - Tommy Carnieri.
- Taft? - Yeah.
That's not funny. Come on.
- That means "friend." - Yeah?
I don't wanna talk about it.
- Lower the odds. Four to one. - Huggy, Carnieri?
If I don't get away, I'm gonna be wrong too.
I've seen him use up a lot of Eddies over the years.
- You hungry? - Always.
All right, now Al Taft is dead, from a concussion.
...they're great actors. They got great imaginations.
We need your help. Come here.
Yeah.
...and now Al Taft.
Al is just my manager.
That's strange.
- Gonna call Dobey? - Yeah.
- Really. - Hey, how's Dobey?
What's he doing?
You tell Pathology I wanna know now, not tomorrow.
Wait a minute.
I used to wrestle in college. I know what you got here.
- The two of you didn't get along well. - He didn't bother me.
- That's one. - That's one.
- Iggy, tell him what you decided. - Iggy, don't do anything rash.
Wait a minute. What kind of name is that?
Al Taft? He's a parasite.
I hope you're not gonna take it.
- What? - There's one way to find out.