Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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