Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't feel nothing in my leg!

I've been looking for you

Aptitude? You hear that?

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

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

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

After lockdown Condition

-Holy shit! -What?

I'm gonna kill this mother.

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

Carry me back to old Virginia, Lord.

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

Save for a horse Or a brand-new ranch

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

I shouldn't have listened to you.

Thanks. That's very kind of you.

Excuse me. Hold on one second, fellas.

I’ll open my contract negotiations with…

I think this is too much, though.

Am I still invited?

Oh. There it is.

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

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

We get our ass kicked. They get rich.

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

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

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

When Half of your Skulla Green stash is cooked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Criticizing my new fur jacket. And slapping my hand.

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

We don't want no shit, you understand?

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

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

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

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

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