Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yep, you're the greatest I've ever seen.
Get out of here! Jesus Christ!
I'll worry less about money. OK, let's synchronise your watch.
- I missed you all the time. - Oh, Pam.
The horses have now reached the starting gate.
It's 1.45, doll.
I got a condo. The thing is worth 700% more than I paid for it.
The races make me nervous. You can't beat an animal.
- Faith Healer? Seven horse. - I got a couple of bucks on him.
Yes, of course. So, if what you're saying is true,
Stargazer just in front, but Hot-To-Trot's coming up on the outside! Hot-To-Trot,
if I'd only bet $2, I'd be up $28.
I just thought I'd ask, that's all.
The horses have now reached the starting gate for the first race of the day.
- You feel lucky? - I'm hot.
- These! No! - I had to.
- I see a D. - That could be Dallas or Denver!
Excuse me.
I quit drinking.
It's Moon Beams and Fleet Dreams, these two now. Up Yours at the rail...
- I didn't lose. - Arctic Dancer second...
one's named the same as my apartment. I'm going back.
You're a wonderful guy!
- Blast him! - You can't shoot a pickpocket!
- I think we have to talk. - You can move back.
Can I see some ID?
I will not lose my temper in public any more.
I love the track. Great place to spend time with your best friend.
You might be walking around lucky and not even know it.
I am pretty cheesed off about that jockey falling off that damn horse, Sid!
- Like this room. - Yes.
Being embalmed, if it's any business of yours.
You know what I mean?
Give me the money!
so I don't get my heart pulled.
Most guys get lucky, they bet $3 on the next race.
Are you? Well, good day this, baby!
You knew! You're the unluckiest person in the world!
It's Stargazer...
You're sick! Somebody should put you in a hospital.
You're looking at $69,000, or you're looking at nothing.
It'll jam the machine.
- Lufkin is looking for you. - So?
Vibes, tell them who I am!
- Do I really think Charity can win? - Yeah.
A guy's throwing up on the pool table on my left.
You don't have to get personal!
Call me when you like. I'll be here... Passed out in a pool of vomit.
Some doctor!
The international rules of fortune cookie taking? Want me to lose my temper?
Bernie, I swear to God, I hate this.
- You might have mentioned. - What?
- Am not! - Am!
Go!
It's the two! Come on, two!
- Honey? - Yeah?
Blurred Image! That's Marty's horse!
What do you want to do with the box of assets?
- You can do it, two! - Yes! Yes!
Is that official?
- I went too far. - What was that?
Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Bet heavy. You'll laugh all the way to the bank.
The four horse is a joke, Trotter!
- Ooh! - I'm a loser! Let him kill me! I deserve it!
- Nice to meet both of you. - Thanks. Likewise.
- There are rules. - What?
The last grand he saw was the Grand Canyon.