Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess maybe I better get back to work.

Mad Dog Hundley in our prison.

I didn't want to betray your confidence. I hated it.

Don't worry, it's not locked.

I disgraced myself.

But on the inside, you stick with your own kind...

You got that? Look around you, man.

Cornea to cornea with temptation.

...because I don't wanna see you either."

I guess you could say that's my motto: Live and let live.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear. This is an emergency.

You're the greatest, Uncle Phil.

Well, you got the next 99 years to straighten it out.

And in my cellblock.

Apply the polish evenly, then buff a hundred times.

You're one of those freaks who likes it better on the inside, huh?

Take care of any problems.

...run my credit card up to the limit...

...a woman I was dating was expecting my baby.

Not even Mr. Addison. Especially not Mr. Addison.

You still have some on your cheek.

...fall into a trash bin for the next 20 years.

You swore an oath, gave me your word.

Well, sort of, sir.

You've heard of a little thing called the beef crisis?

Shouldn't eat garlic first thing in the morning, Bert.

Herbert Viola, if you breathe a word of this to anyone...

Perhaps he had an appointment.

Well, listen to me, Mr. Tutti-Frutti.

It'll be a great way to learn French.

I'd trade places with anybody in this bar.

Put your left arm up.

The devil with a blue dress on.

Look, Mad Dog. Why don't you lighten up a bit?