Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But...
Listen, I know we said we might do something this weekend...
I warned you.
But sometimes when you throw them big dice in casino love...
You're beginning to talk about yourself in the third person.
Better luck next time.
- These are awful. - All that crime out there...
- You guys stay here, it won't take long. - What won't take long?
...she has got you finger-wrapped and blindfolded.
I think we should do it.
So go already.
Everywhere Intergang has gotten a foothold, there's a Cost Mart.
High blood pressure.
And Jung would dismiss it as an anger-induced synaptic anomaly.
An ex-marine lieutenant trying to establish a beachhead, well...
- Yeah? - Whatever you do. I don't care.
You're gonna make yourself a valued commodity...
And?
See, nothing. Not even a parking ticket.
And now I think Bill has a few words to say to everybody.
What were they doing setting fires in the middle of the day?
Well, maybe you will.
Come on. We're gonna find out why these cops are slowing down all of a sudden.
- She is not my girlfriend. - Whatever she is...
Seems to be going around these days.
Why hasn't anyone ever gone after these guys?
I don't need to tell you that we're at a very crucial point in the Metropolis franchise.
Lock on the target.
Yeah, I think so.
- Little punk tried to burn me out. - You can't prove that.
But my neck's a little too far out on this as it is.
You know, if anybody's blind around here, it's you.
Old man's got a little kick to him, huh?
But don't walk in here with excuses that are going to upset my doctor.
That sounds great...
Entrance code accepted, Mr. Church.
- There must be some mistake. - Well, if so, I'll grant you 24 hours...
You're getting ready to stand up to this huge criminal organization.
- Nice little piece of equipment, huh? - If this is your idea of a joke...
- Martin, what's the latest on the Southside? - All right.