Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Chatter on TV continues)

I can't get Danny's blood out of the carpet.

- I'll do it tomorrow. - Tonight.

You better get the Scotch.

- I'll be right back. - (Coaches chattering)

(Scoffs) Price is a bum.

The valiant, the kindhearted.

You're gonna deposit it into account number 004-82-56-882.

- I can't see. - It's all right. It's okay.

- I'm gonna take a pass. - (Roscoe laughs)

You saved the best for last, huh?

- You need a hand with that? - Please.

if you give up the ghost here in my living room.

(Matt) You gonna have enough this month for Mr. Morris?

(Neighbors arguing indistinctly)

Did you at least find the kid?

Look, that's Tom Belkin.

It's me Irish charm.

Go in through here, right above the eye.

- (Chuckles) - Oh!

♪ Strong his arm and keen his scent is He's a pirate now indeed ♪

Yeah, I've been making their lives...

(Breathing heavily)

- (Silke) You have our condolences. - (Roscoe) And you're young yet.

Where's the boy?

You got a name at least?

- This is way past what I signed up for. - What exactly do you think that was?

You drop in the fifth, we're clearing 70%.

in the past few hours.

Nah, don't worry about me. I got it covered.

Yes, but I am a partner at a prestigious law firm

Get in there, come on. Watch your speed.

(Claire shrieking)

What? You might. How would I know? I'm not looking.

A few days after that, EMTs bring in a 19-year-old waitress, said...

That was just for effect, to scare him.

- Really? - Let's get to the bottom and find out.

I go down in the fifth.

You've got air in your chest. It's collapsing your lung.

(Jack) I appreciate everything you've done for me.

Some dickhead in a black mask shot up a bodega on 38th.

And I walked right into it.

- Should we call Matt? - Sure. Yeah, let's see what he's up to.

Each grid is six possible dots,

- but I'm right here with you. - (Machines beeping loudly)

Yeah, well, you're catching me on an off night.

He's at your neighbor's door.

Oh, no. He's young. He's scared.