Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mrs. R.H. was my best customer too.
When Richard Pryor and Gene Wilder gets wrongfully arrested for slanging that Ghetto D
Oh, Ringo's in trouble already. He's down, and the bull's on top of him!
...coming down on the bottom of society.
Doesn't look too good, huh?
-Is it all right if I get off now? -Yes. You can get off now.
Now, let me explain to you about bulls, okay?
-Hook to the left, hook to the side-- -Blade--
Jesus Christ, goddamn! Skip!
...would you like to come to the opening night with me?
Mr. Frazier? How do you go?
-That's right. Say, " No shit." -No shit!
-We don't take no shit. -No shit.
I think you'll get much more of my original flavour in an oral exam--
Where's the part where I go, " Hee-ya"?
Can we work this out in a civilized manner?
Me too.
Do you want more than what you're due?
... that he and Warden Sampson have so much faith in their boys...
-Have you got the right case? -This is Monroe and Donahue.
-Check it out. -You check it out.
Well, I have one possibility. It's nothing ideal. But it's a start.
Ramon! A su casa, honey. It's me and you!
Take care.
Carry me back to old Virginia, Lord!
-A hundred and twenty-five years! -Stop it! It's only 30 years.
He said if the bottom falls out.
Okay.
I'm serious. That's what I don't like about this city.
Yeah, free to walk in the cold. To be ridiculed.
These are delicious.
You're gonna represent Glenboro Prison in the annual Top Hand competition.
That's the spirit. You'll get out of here a relatively young man.
-I am entitled to a private interview. -Forget it.
-My name is Chico. -Chico.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
This isn't funny. Do they know I hate confinement?
-Don't you see the white line? -Yes.
I mean we're free to get out of this city. It's driving me buggy.
I'd like spareribs, French fries...
Do some of these.
What does that tell us?
When you do what A good woodpecker should
One more day, please.
-Have a nice evening. -Thank you.
It's like the merry-go-round at Coney lsland.
You know what I mean?
We like to run you new fellas through a test...
You and me, and two girls. Romping through the desert.
I see what it is.
Carry me back to Old Virginia, my Lord.
He kissed me. Damn!
-Say what? No, this is a jack. -I know this is illegal.
Wait. No, no, no, wait.
Do you know my soul is on the line? Please, let's drop-- What?
My father was a short son of a bitch too.
Wallet. Wallet.
-Fabulous! -You don't get it.