Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Bill Slaps Riley with a Belt) STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME THAT WAY, I'M YOUR FATHER!!!
Well, one of them bounced off that thick skull of yours.
...my mother always gave me chicken soup.
That creep's holding firm.
See?
See you.
What, now that I finally got a waitress?
What's that?
...when do I throw the first pitch? - Okay.
Are you kidding? You ought to see this guy's place.
Go.
Oh, yeah? Well, it's a lot better than reading that garbage that you read.
- Good luck. - You're the tops.
- How much? - 50 cents.
- You bet I do. - Terrific.
Listen, I could put your friend out of his misery for him.
Three minutes to 12.
I say we waste him.
Easy.
None of them will get hurt.
All right. I take it from here. Go to the bar, get yourself a drink and relax.
He'll apologize. Smile.
- The shoulder? - Yeah.
What are we gonna do?
- Last go-around, huh? - Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
He won't think anything's wrong. Come on, make me laugh.
Theresa...
So why don't you go back to your halftime festivities, Joey?
...because there are people at this table. Give me time to get into position.
- Yeah? - You got any plans after this is over?
You know the last time that my partner got riled like that...
You really know how to cheer a guy up, don't you?