Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As soon as our two boys get ready, we'll start our final competition.

We get our ass kicked. They get rich.

-Come here. I want to talk to you. -I can't go to you. It's amazing.

Thanks. That's very kind of you.

After lockdown Condition

-Right! -You think I have nothing on under this?

-I was trying to explain-- -Keep writing, shitface!

Am I still invited?

-He's okay, see? -Yeah, we're okay.

-Say we're at our cousins. -There's been a misunderstanding.

-Why are you trying to steal from me? -Get lost, Chico.

I mean, it's okay. Pretend it's okay.

We're just barely cousins. See, my mother was a French cancan dancer.

Excuse me. Hold on one second, fellas.

Aptitude? You hear that?

I’ll open my contract negotiations with…

Save for a horse Or a brand-new ranch

We're both dumb if no one's gonna get this money except two pricks.

Your favourite? That's your--? That's my favourite too!

Carry me back to old Virginia, Lord.

That's not my bag. That's the waiter's bag.

-Holy shit! -What?

Get that kid back here in an hour. I wanna test him on Double Aught again.

-What should we do with him, Jack? -How late was he?

All right, you two. Up and at 'em!

Leading off for Glenboro Prison is New Yorker Skip Donahue...

I can't feel nothing in my leg!

Now, because the little girl is only 6...

-Can you think of anything else? -Some small piece of evidence...

I shouldn't have listened to you.

Harry, you made $35 last year as an actor.

Oh, shit. Skip? Skip, come on, man.

-I got fired too. -What do you mean?

When Half of your Skulla Green stash is cooked

I've been looking for you

I think this is too much, though.

I'm gonna kill this mother.

Oh. There it is.

You're gonna have to learn the hard way, fella.

Criticizing my new fur jacket. And slapping my hand.

My friend and I were doing a song and dance act.

I won't mention the money trouble I'm in...

We don't want no shit, you understand?