Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know you're scared.
They'll kill everyone in the hospital to get to me.
Okay, technically, "leave it alone" is not my strong suit, but...
You're in the hospital,
weighing in at 164 pounds...
from Hell's Kitchen, New York...
Don't suppose I get to know yours?
This is my face we're talking about.
(Crowd chanting) Murdock! Murdock! Murdock!
Go.
Apartment 412, um, in the building above the liquor store.
(Breathing heavily)
(Sighs)
- Mike? - Someone's coming.
Less chance of someone in the building hearing him scream.
- I drank the eel. - (Laughing)
No, no calls.
So, uh, you can make sense out of all of this?
- Dad, I can't see! - It's all right, Matt.
(Rock music playing)
Just once.
This room? (Scoffs)
I'm working on it.
He's the Road Captain in the Kitchen Hellions.
- Here, you talk to him. - Okay.
- The last part's the Catholicism. - So, what?
(Chuckling)
you're gonna be reading Braille faster than I read normal.
They've been running a human trafficking ring
But he didn't see my face.
This all you got?
- Even Price? - Even Price.
Okay?
(Claire) Santino?
- Yeah. - Fair enough.
(Breathing heavily)
You got all this for losing?
(Loud music playing)
(Yelling)
Wait, what?
You should be out having a life, doing poppers and flapper dancing.