Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right!
You mean his financial condition. That's the only condition he has.
We're in this fella's plane.
♪ In France the girls wear scanties
♪ But on lambchops they put panties
...unless things start happening now. - [Man] Like what, for instance?
We just throw it on, people hear it, they come, and we're out.
...everybody's friend.
Now.
I can try.
You!
There's not enough room. You two, out.
[Benjy] Dingy, I can't hold on!
$350,000!
- Are we near Oregon? - That's 700 miles from here.
I'm warning you. You're gonna be sorry!
...knocked the pilot unconscious.
[Police whistles blowing]
...she's bound to have special problems.
[Russell] Get over!
You're kidding. It's too steep.
♪ Be a clown, boy, Punchinello
We, us, we get $84,000.
- Grogan's cashed in his chips. - He what?
You don't know what that'd mean.
Not only does nobody like it, it costs $4 a can.
It's no use. We can't lose them this way.
We've landed! Come on.
How will you do that?
- What'd you say? - Where is your office?
If he catches you at that keyhole, you'll be rigid-like.
[Crowd screams]
- Is he dead? - Yeah.
Now, how many are we?
- In bags. - No!
That's right. He deserves an extra share.
Let's stop arguing. Please.
[Tires screech]
Don't say we aren't honest with you
- Nine miles west of Valley Center. - Were there any witnesses?
[Stammering] Now just sit still, because the doctor is going...
[Blows whistle]
All right, look. You're a little boy.
Who's with you and where are you?
Faster.
Something funny's going on. How's he know what we're going to do?
Russell, be careful. Remember your condition.
That's the whole point.
It's too deep!
The case I've been talking about for the last 15 years.
Where's an airplane? I don't see any.
Poor soul.
Wide open, I can. But wide open eats up a lot of gas.
- Oh! - I'm most frightfully sorry.
...unless everybody gets a share.
[Sobbing] Mama! What did they do to my Mama?
Halt! Halt!
Then open up wide. I'll pay for the gas.
Let's look harder. Come on, let's go.
They're standing there talking. Over.
- [Screaming] - [Crashing]
...the whole phony outfit would be sunk under the Atlantic years ago.
Let's do something sensible. Let's just discuss this thing...
[Coughing, grunting]
Is that okay? I mean, is that fair?
- Blood. - It certainly is.
- Billie Sue, where are you? - [Billie Sue] I'm at the bus station.
Culpeper.
They'll get all and we won't get a dime. You can believe that.
- Who's that? - I don't know!
Going to Kentucky just to get a ticket You’ve earned an extra share
- Oh! - [Chuckles]
- Because this old bag has to stick... - How dare you!
- ♪ It's a mad - ♪ It's a mad
- That's good. That's cement. - What? Wait a minute! Hold it!
My daughter is applying to the courts to have her name changed.
If she were a star of a real crummy horror movie...
That's the trouble with this family.
- That's a police helicopter. - They always use them.
Wealth. Which.
- Listen to your mother, sweetie. - [Ginger] Billie Sue!
Right. Mel was right.
If you show me the way out, I'll give you $1.
- I'll give you a check. - Check?
He stopped for breakfast.
15 of us. That means 15 equal shares.
Yes! And we don't need any help from you.
Open it up.
No! It's that lunatic who escaped from the asylum!
Wind us down! Wind us down!
[Winding]
Mr. Finch and this Algernon, whatever his name is. The limey.
Next door, he'll pay for everything. It's okay.
I'm coming. Everything's going to be all right.
...the dames, all with a big hello...
[Groans] Oh!
I'll get you.
Work. That's it. I got to work on where it is.
(SCREECH) Poppins - hooray!
[Monica whimpering]
We're pulling for you as hard as we can.
- [Glass shatters] - Hey.
Yeah.
[Mrs. Marcus] Can you hear me?
- Set? - Set.
[Tires screeching]
You know another way to the road? Good. Come on in. Don't stand there.
You keep out of this! Are we calling Sylvester or not?
I'll wager you anything you like...
What difference does it make who gets there first?
- Seems fair to me. - Naturally, it's fair to you.
- Sure is. - What is he doing?
Is somebody holding that stick? Over!
Get on the ladder.
Point is, that I have enough stuff in my private files...
including the van, or one fifth for each guy.
- Look. He's slowing down. - No, he's turning to the left.
- Damn it, come to! - You hit me.
If we left it up to you, we'd never hear the last of it.
I don't think he's gonna help us
Get him off! There he is! Get him!
But before he died, some people stopped to help him.
- Help! He's ruining our place! - Come on, Ray!
Let us do it.
Somebody must have taken them the other way.
- In a convent? - Uh-huh.
He was at maintenance. If he's still there, get him over here.
Help!
There he is!
[Ringing continues]
I can't cross here!
Come back here. Come back!
Happy with two-eighths instead of a quarter? Awfully big of you.
I say, if we are going, we really must get cracking.
The rules should be the same for everybody.
He assaulted me, if you wanna know! He grabbed me beside the road.
Put it out!
nana - “The waaaahh??” mel - “the karaoke microphone i got her!”
But don't stand there, hop in the car. Hurry kid, I got to get out of here!
Forgive and forget! I'm your friend.
I got a van of furniture to get to Yuma before I get back to...
...by giving you billions you never even said thank you for...
Like a windmill or a waterfall or something.
Just don't make me nervous!
Help! Put me down! Put me down immediately!
I'm dealing with moronic people.
No, we didn't. Let me introduce myself.
[All chattering]
Look me up. I'm in the book. Dr. Zillman.
[choral singing]
All she has to do is get to a telephone, my brother-in-law will get there first.
It's my machine. I'll do as I bloody well please. Out!
Get this stuff off me. Turn me loose.
There won't be any increase in pensions. Do you know why?
Must have had an aunt named Aunt Belle.
Mama!!
...that nobody knew about. All right?
I got a blanket in the truck.
Cut out this nonsense and answer me.
- [Snoring] - I think he's got a cold.
We're making a terrible mistake.
I got 'em! Hello, down there on the ground.
I mean it, I don't want to...
You want me to tell you something? As far as I'm concerned...
Now listen. Don't talk, just listen.
I tell you. I'll kill you!
[Rattling]
All right!
We know where it's from, that poor man that died on the mountain.
I earnestly recommend we forget your good ladies...
Stand by.
- He didn't want to be disturbed. - He keeps looking at the wall.