Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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