Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I, Lester Nygaard...
Great.
Don't take two of these and think you're gonna nap.
but I can't release the car to you till they release it to me.
(LINE CLICKS)
Glaucoma they say it is, only in the one eye.
You just... just pick a name out of the phone book.
SCHMIDT: All right, then. Well, it looks like
All right. Thank you.
(SIGHS)
Hello? Do they have 'em?
Anyhoo, that's animal control's purview.
He's lying!
The fella from Mr. Nygaard's car.
Hell, son, that could be a photo of my momma for all I know.
I can't promise you fingers won't get broke.
And every night she puts her kitty in your face. (CHUCKLES)
Is this your car, sir? What?
That's what I tell my parishioners.
Do you understand?
more shades of green than any other color?
Me? No, I do animal control mostly.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Slow down.
She showed me. Yeah.
Well, he just wasn't very nice is all.
You bought gas.
Could be.
Yeah.
Okay... now the other one... slowly.
No, not my car. It's... it's these two fellas.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
No, no.
I'll call the cops.
God... is real.
It's a new phone. Now!
Plus, Tuesday is bingo night at the church.
Louder! I, Lester Nygaard...
I'll be there just as soon as I... Okay, then.
It's kind of hard to see though.
No, sir, I'm supposed to tell you your car's not ready yet.
Yeah, he had an alibi. It checked out.
Let's go.
Why I let him go.
But... it's him.
LESTER: Gotta pick up a few things.
(GROANING)
Deputy pulled him in an hour ago.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
Now I gotta arrest you. Good, good. Let's go.
Okay, yeah.
Is it... this fella maybe?