Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(grunts)
- More for me. CHARLIE (over walkie): Yo, Frank!
I know where I can get a rug real quick. What?
We found something. You have a very serious disease,
There's a malignant tumor on your front lobe...
Look at the blueprint. Listen to the vain one.
Where? They're right there!
Go! Okay, I'm on it. I'm on it.
(grunting)
We got the thing with the thing. Uh, the thing.
He is choking.
Frank, what? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Right, okay, and you have your walkie, right?
Oh, shit. Where am I?
Hey! What the hell are you guys doing?
Whoa, look at those Winnebagos
You're right! You're right, I'm wrong, okay?! (horn honks)
Oh, shit. I'm at an impound.
Need booze.
You're playing games with me, Frank.
Frank? Are you okay? Rug, rug, rug, rug.
(sputtering)
for each of you, then you're gonna be great.
We're outside the bakery on 6th Street. Where the hell are you?
Am I in hell?!
Lisa.
You're dying, you bastard.
This sandwich.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, wait, we'll go...
Where the hell did I put that thing?
(phone chimes) Oh, shit, look.
Except why aren't we moving yet, Frank?
Frank? Frank!
Oh, what a day.
what's going on. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a good idea.
I'm full of dog poison.
Run, run, run, run, Frank! Run, Frank!