Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why would she die? Stop saying that shit, you'll jinx us.
Why can't we just stay here? You said they'd be gone for a month.
Fruit! Get the fruit.
How come you don't talk?
- Shit, I stood out of camera! - Well, thanks a lot Mr. Filbert.
Anyone could hurt her.
You tell them I'm innocent or I will blow your head off!
Be better to put him to sleep.
This is the happiest day in my life. Two years I've been waiting.
Sorry, pumpkin, daddy's late.
All right. I'll tell her.
- I said go get him! - Go get him!
- My stomach. - What?
No! Not the cops!
- Are you any better? - No, I gotta vomit.
Poor little doggy. Was he hunting?
Why did they shoot? He never shot anybody.
We have a 2-11 in progress at Pacific National Bank. 48th and Wells.
Lucas then goes for medical care to a doctor Horvath.
I'm kind-of in a hurry.
Think he's really going straight?
- Look what we got you, Meg. - Caviar! Yummy!
Meg!
They're definitely going to arrest us for sure. Go through it.
- If you could maybe stay with us maybe a little bit longer. - What?
Everything's going to be fine, ma'am. Just relax.
Come here, Meg! Come on.
- I don't think you get to say all that. - All what?
- No, no. I rather walk. - Lie down, please.
- Still can't believe it, smart ass? - Holy shit!
200 dollars for a driver's license, 500 for a passport.
Here we are, Pacific National.
So you have to protect him.
When you're homeless, and they take you children away.
It's sort-of your fault, you know.
No! I have a little girl. She's not well. I have to look after her.
He worked 11 years in the same place Northwest Lumber.
Five years in jail! Five years!
Beat it. I'm tired.
It'll be like we never were apart.
Well, excuse me. I didn't realize you were in a hurry.
But they'll put her in a childrens' home.
What do you mean "I'm loosing my nerve"?
Doctor Horvath, please.
We radioed ahead. They'll be bringing out a gurney.
Don't be afraid, Mommy.
Hold your fire!
500 for a passport.
I said I was sorry, didn't I?
- Although, some women have short hair. - Ya.
I said stick 'em up!
- You see? - No.
Give me back my gun or I'll blow us both up!
What?
Don't cry.
Blows up his getaway car and then tries to turn his hostage in to the police.
It's my new name.
I'm going to go now, Meg.
Are you nuts? They'll shot us.
Meg? Meg it's me! It's daddy!
Don't come back.
Like Tinkerbell.
These are terrific of you.
- You think so? - You want a bet?
I'll take care of you.
Then, you unblock the street!
- I don't need anything. - Let me do this.