Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, today's a little different than the usual.
You pigs looking for us?
Then everybody would know about it, right?
He's gonna be fine. Here you go.
- Do something! - What can I do?
The men in the car are Wilbur Sloan and Gregg Morton.
Now, why should today be different than any other?
Who sent you?
Got it.
Maybe not. If they hit one stone, one pebble in the street...
Some bad dudes, huh?
I'm sure they'll be in custody very soon.
- How much time we got? - It's 12 minutes to 5.
That Chevy is a bomb.
Do you own a 1963 Chevrolet...
If you're gonna bust us, bust us!
- I'm pointing out the time. - I know what time it is.
Then I saw two men run from right there, jump into the car...
I don't suppose you could spare that extra hamburger?
- Officer? I have a pencil. - Thank you.
Seems impossible. 500 men on the job and that Chevy hasn't surfaced yet.
We're friends of a guy who says you can tell us...
Bye-bye.
I have a great deal of confidence in those two young men.
Well, like we were saying...
...they're usually over at my cousin Ted's body shop.
There'd be more people killed racing away from Chevys...
I don't know their habits. Sometimes they're around, sometimes they're not.
What about this other guy?
Green. They painted it green.
I still feel as if I should drive into the courthouse garage with you.
Put this on the air, top priority.
- What about my father? - I heard the crash of bottles...
And the black is Gregg Morton.
Repeat, they are armed and dangerous.
6-2-1 -C-l...
Now we're gonna lay it out for you just one time.
Friends call in a bet, you give us a call. Number's on the card.
You get the tip.
What do I think? Man, it's beautiful!