Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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