Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(barking)
All right, let's do it.
Whoa, Jews! What is this?
Nice, Frankie! You came through!
Got to get home. Got to get that walkie.
Why are they dressed like cops?
(high-pitched droning tone)
Oh, yeah. (sighs)
That... Get Dennis' car?
(phone chirps)
(grunting, panting)
Oh, I drank too much.
What the hell are you talking about?
Frank, come in. Over. Shit, I got to go.
Am I dead? Huh?
Oh, come to Papa. Let me have 'em.
"Let's party."
Awesome! He did it! You did it, man!
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Yeah, it sure was, Charlie. I'll tell you, though.
You know what I like?
If everybody sticks to the tasks that I've carefully tailored
(laughing) I hope you choke on that, and you die, you piece of shit.
(tires squealing)
What is that, fudge? ...I think that he'll respect me.
Like, your timing is...
Where you going, man?
Pay attention. So, Frank,