Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What neighborhood?
Put on the red record.
- You're an angel, Bobby. - I'm calling the cops!
Man, you shouldn't even be in here. I'm gonna report all you guys.
Come on, you're a very rich lady.
You can't buy them at Macy's.
You punks!
Shut up, Benny.
It's good pay.
My God, Faye.
You got the idea, right?
Wait! Would you stop?
Yo! Wait a minute! Those are my pictures!
Um... they're on their way to Chicago.
- My guys are coming any minute. - Yeah, sure they are.
Oh, yeah.
Hey, lighten up.
Jetsam.
Hi.
Yeah, me too.
Ohh.
I, um...
Batteries not included.
Donald's all grown up, Faye.
Come on, Tommy, slow down!
It's like the Navy- coming and going, coming and going.
Put that down. You guys, come on. Stop playing with that.
Fourth floor, storeroom, in back.
I'll take door number one.
You know, that little tiny, helpless spare part-
Goddamn it-
Can you believe this?
Tonight. I'll have them out by tonight.
Mason, do something. Talk to them.
Oh, excuse me.
It serves you right.
Never knew you had a mother. Buenos dias, senora!
OK.
Mr. Lacey. I gave them the money.
Pick it up.
to honor and protect you...
- What's the matter with you? - Faye-
How's she doing?
- I haven't been to the doctor. - That's crazy.
Well, I didn't know what to write.
I can't help it, but don't let it bother you. It's not your problem.
- This one? - No, the other one.
What about Times Square, all the electricity?
Donald!
Lacey, you son of a bitch!
It's you.
They leave the nest!
We're gonna lose him, and it's all your fault.
Mason Baylor?
OK.
Please, Faye. Don't do this.
Get her out of here. And you-
- Bobby is dead. He's dead. You hear? - No!
It's not the door, Mason.
Not me, them- the little guys.
Open the door.
I want to go to bed- to sleep.
It's a home for senior citizens.
Hey, you, you!
Get out of my way.
It's full of ghosts or spirits or something.
How about you move in with me?
I'm not superstitious...
It's reality!
Stay away from my wife and this building.