Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Get the hell in there. Put your hands on your head.
Open the door.
Cute.
Get that hair done before Saturday.
He made me too.
Anybody hurt in this wreck?
Stand up there, noddy.
Mackel Brothers will show you the way to Florida...
Do you believe all this crap?
- Do I hear $10? - Ten bucks.
This is Cloudy. Do you read me?
Whatever.
So what do you want, a badge?
Is it Joe the barber? Joe the barber, right? That's who it is, isn't it?
- You've been there, right? - Yeah. Yeah.
If this is the way you're comin' in on this...
I haven't spent five minutes in New York City...
I don't want to get into this. I gotta have time.
Bill, why don't you knock it off?
- There must be a doctor. - There is one.
- Give him a chance. - Man, all I know is he lives on 125th Street...
Bring out the gas!
Stop that man! He's wanted by the police!
Everybody wants Weinstock, right? Well, maybe here's the lead we're looking for.
They got the bridge blocked off!
The top one. The top floor?
Klein, this is Cloudy. Do you read me?
Touch the brake, and I'll blow you in half.
Coke! Coke, you all right?
♪ He was so happy if he had the time ♪
You're gonna lose him.
I can't seem to find the damn ticket.
but I want you to model it for me.
- Have you ever been to Poughkeepsie? - Hey, man, give me a break.
- A high school kid in short pants that had a twitch. - Oh, Christ.
Not that one. The little one.
Yes. It's my first trip.
♪ And envied us ♪
Where are you?
I also got two feds- Mulderig and Klein.
A deal for half a million dollars? Maybe.
Nineteen going on 50.
His girlfriend's in the back of the car. She's dead.
we tail him to Brooklyn, and we sat on him for practically a week.
Get your hands on your heads.
We found a set of works on the kid driving the sports car over there.
just to make sure there's no heat.
♪ To use a word like spoon ♪
Thought I told you to get plastic folders for this stuff.
It's me! It's me!
Three years ago he tries to hold up Tiffany's...
Hold it!
♪ And then he wondered to himself Now, why is it ♪
Move it, will you, mac?
- What? - It's me, Cloudy.
Mulderig.
Will you please extinguish your cigarettes?
What for? You wanna play hide the salami with his old lady?
Get your hands on your head.
What the hell is goin' on here?