Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Man, I got a big butt.
Thurgood!
Huh? Why not?
The living can't see or hear you, Thurgood.
Yes, I'm grateful you've chosen my novel for your book club.
Did he go for it? He's wise.
Thurgood Howell III, right here. Yeah, yeah. That's funny.
I'll deal. Five card draw.
Someone had to comfort Muriel.
What was that ghost trying to tell me?
and had no distinguishing marks or scars.
And I didn't care for either.
And I'm still the same humble man that you married.
Goodie, I was thinking.
When we took this apartment, we may have ruffled some feathers.
Hey, Walter, what you doin' down there?
Bye-bye.
and does most of the work.
What the hell is he doing here?
Africa?
I gotta sit and listen to all this crap. Just pick a name.
(ANGRY MUTTERING)
in your deluxe apartment in the sky-ie-ie-ie.
No, it is not sweet, Thurgood!
All right. Rupaul and Little Richard.
You do the right thing.
Super made us a pool hall!
THURGOOD: Where you been?
He making enough noise to wake the dead.
I never been in this apartment before.
I'll do it.
Okay. Pair of queen. What's your bet, Smokey?
It's not gonna be a pool hall.
"to whoever finds this will."
It's true what those playa haters say. He is bougie.
THURGOOD: Mrs. Avery?
Who the hell are you? What are you, a ghost?
HUD LADY: Hold a lottery. Next!
There's a very elaborate HUD procedure