Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cellblock 2 open.
Nice to meet you.
A woman's gotta be more than just a favourite chair, Bert.
Well, then, why are you marinating yourself in ethanol, huh?
And I wanna see what kind of job you can do.
Me?
A couple of hours ago...
And if you fight...
...lo come between us.
That better not have been long distance.
It's fair to say you have a more than nodding acquaintance...
...I could sit on my bunk and face the wall.
I've gotta catch a plane.
He don't mean nothing, honest. He's a new guy.
We had a little problem with the shoes.
Now, I'd want to know if she was pregnant.
You men have been invited to live in the community...
Hundley, up and at them.
Agnes, how many men have you been with?
What did you do to get here?
Actually, her dress was off, but be that as it may...
Hello, Agnes, it's me, Maddie.
So it stacks up like this:
I mean, Mr. Addison is one of the finest...
-I'm not the one who's pregnant. -You're not?
Back up, come in again, and this time, say "fee fi fo fum."
Hardly blame him, chained to this bag of crud all day long.
I was at the zoo.
Compassion, love? No.
It'll blow over.
It's no use, Herbert. The secret dies with me.
Looks like Harry here fell off the waggon.
Thanks, Bert.
Derrick really likes it when you use edge black along the soles.
Laying that sob story on you about his wife.
Agnes.
Back, Darwyn, back!
But I had to do it for his own good.
Well, I guess that's all my news, so I guess I'll say--
Prison.
They found bits of my boss under them.