Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I'm Skip Donahue. -Jesus Ramirez.
-Tell Sissie everything is excellent. -She'll be pleased.
All right.
What are you talking about?
-No. -Yes, Your Honour.
Okay.
Over here.
You were wonderful. I'm not just saying it to be kind. You were lovely.
Don't worry. I'm no brown-noser.
That's Blade. He runs the Third World side of cellblock two.
Hello, operator, get me Warden Sampson at Doerin Prison, please. Thank you.
Up on Flapjack, here's Skip Donahue.
Hi. I'm going. Skip, my friend. Excuse me, would you?
Take your pill. Three seconds, it's over.
Wake him up.
Ride 'em, cowboy.
She remembers that one of the robbers had a tattoo.
-Get on the ball? -Get on the bull!
Jesus! You cooked half my stash!
-I'm looking forward to that. -I guess we have a deal.
...I find the defendants guilty as charged.
I'm Skip Donahue. This is my buddy, Harry Monroe.
When you flock to the Glenboro Savings branch
I'm an ass-kisser too.
Fill your garage With Coup de Villes
-Do either of you have a tattoo? -No.
Don't hit him! Please, he's sick.
Because you convinced me. Go on over there, tell them what you told me.
-No! -And the salad.
He's doing 99 years for kidnapping a trainload of college girls...
Holy shit!
No, no, don't. That--
-Okay? -Yeah.
-And being freight-trained. -Freight-trained?
More Americans probably will.
No. Mr. Wilson just doesn't feel the same need to be hospitable as I do.
...to see if you have any aptitude for it.
...shithead!
-Okay. -Skip, what are you--? Skip!
It's a one-man show. My cousin is visiting from Massachusetts.
There's something I always wanted to ask someone like you. Do you get much?
-You're a saint. -Why make fun of me?
I know that you don't.
-Harry. -Yes, yes, yes.
He may be going into the rodeo, but he may not come out.
...and we're gonna whip Sampson's boys and win that goddamn prize!
Right on the end of your nose.
I bet this whole thing is illegal.
What's his story? Why does he get a separate table?
... found guilty of misplacing $4 million worth of insurance money.
Harry, you gotta try this. It's fun.
-I don't fucking believe you! -" I don't fucking believe you."
Don't worry. Jobs shouldn't be hard to find here.
Oh, my God! Warden!
-You ready, Mr. Wilson? -Ready.
You two fellas can go on back to your cells.
Yeah.
This is the real deal. We're in deep shit.
And I know you can't. We gotta get out of here.
-Close 1 2. -Close 1 2.
You can feather your nest With frills