Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Zebra 3, see attendant, Market Street entrance.
Let me make some calls, and I'll get back to you.
Music Pavilion, underground parking area.
The police department is looking for a green Chevrolet, 1973...
I can't understand it, man. We eats our full ration of chitlins every day.
...but I will promise you this:
Let's do it.
Now, you help us collar them, and we might forget about this address.
Ain't even enough to pay my bookie.
His eyes are wide open and clear as a bell, kiddie. Take it easy.
...come on then, Sarah. - Well, we really oughtn't to, Henny.
But if we ever...
Yeah, but see, if we go out in that...
Food should caress the palate, not grab the throat, councilman.
- Here's your paper. - Thank you very much.
Why don't you convince Milty to restrict his drops to weekdays?
Let's go.
Huggy says we'll find out when we get there.
Slow down!
I tell you...
- Yeah? - Yeah.
...are oftentimes exaggerated...
- No, I don't have a pencil. - Sir?
Well, if it did, we'd be together.
Yeah. I'll tell you, it was worth the 30 bucks.
Nutritious? Food should have an aroma, not an odour.
Here we go.