Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My name ain't no goddamn "Sweetpants."
-He's okay. -I'm 100 percent.
-More wine, sir? -What is this stuff?
His mother had to come get him in the middle of the season.
-He's got them, honest. Vietnam.... -Harry, help me, Harry!
-Thirty years, tops. -I'll be a dead old man.
Bull? Come on.
Learning your weak spots...
Is it over? Is it ok to come out now ?
What is it?
-Close 10! -Close 10!
I'm gonna try for a part-time job there.
Come on.
-It's fun. -It is.
And my brother was real short, and we couldn't even see him. He was short.
They say my appendix grew back, but I had it removed years ago. You?
Everybody knows that. Why don't you hear the man out?
Over the rigging.
-I'm Slowpoke. -Hi. Slowpoke, this is Harry.
Them wardens over there are pretty decent. Not like these pricks.
...you weren't in the woodpecker suits during the robbery.
-And we ain't shitting. -You better believe it, baby.
Jesus was the champion bull rider from his province.
We could grab odd jobs on the way. Build up a nest egg.
-Don't touch him. Don't touch him. -Oh, sorry. I'm sorry.
Another example of a repressive system...
-The best ever. -It's a bitch.
What difference does it make who wins?
You didn't hear me. This is very important to me.
No, I'm just a man pretending to be a woodpecker.
He's soft. You just don't know where to kick him.
He told the judge he was just trying to help New York by using our money.
What are you trying to pull?
I'll stand here.
Something like that.
Okay. Okay.
We're trying to change that.
Grossberger, I'm fine. You can put me down now.
I want to win that trophy. And I'm counting on you to go balls-out.
Good. I'll check the tattoo places.
-What's wrong, Mavis? -Harry, what is this?
I almost blew it. How can I call myself a lawyer?
You a little too bad, ain't you?
It's so simple it is absurd. It should be laughed out of court.
Oh, shit! They're trying to kill me. Please, God, please.
Did you see the look he gave? He's a sweetheart, a pussycat.
That's better. Did you try that thing in the warden's office?
A week.
Just get into the flow of it. Don't fight the metal.
That's not what she meant.
How do you do?
A little groggy from looking at records of tattoos.
-A guard can yank you out like that? -He's an inmate like you and me.
-Well? -What if you got hurt, huh?
-Oh, man! Take care. -Be a good girl, now.
Skip!
-You think I was a terrific Juliet-- -You were!
Well, I was James' best customer. He sold me this African gungi '65.
...and the bleak prospects for rehabilitation...
Is that what that is? I didn't know. Oh, is that a recreational activity?
Put Blade on Graham.
Holy mackerel! How many times do I have to ask you?
We were wondering, what is the job situation like around here?
It's across town. We'll never make it.