Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Listen to me, Roy. You listening?
After the dance, we went to Carrie's, and he pushed me against the bed...
You like it?
That's good. All right. Let's go kick some butt.
If it makes any difference, you're the best I ever saw.
- Were you married? - Uh-huh.
Angela, listen, I'm glad I met you, I really am, but I've got a business...
She's not here. She must have gone back to her mom's.
Okay, okay.
You haven't done it lately.
You sure about that?
Thanks.
So, what's going on?
- Teach me something. - What?
Okay.
...only she's on vacation.
I found her in black and white.
- How much do I pay? - Three hundred ninety-eight dollars.
- Use my pen. - I got one.
- Shoot him. - Quiet, Frank.
Oh, Pygmies.
Let her stay. She's in this as much as you are.
- For your home? - For my secretary's office.
- You're a con man? - Con artist.
Summer school.
Uh-huh.
All right, that's it. I'm coming over.
...don't, don't open the door for anybody, all right?
Wait. That's her car in the driveway.
Look, doc, I spent last Tuesday watching fibers on my carpet.
I'm taking them off. See? They're off.
I have one rule, Chuck. Simple is safe.
Mom used to say I got lucky and only got your elbows.
Today's Thursday.
The guard was groping me.
That's just my piggy bank. All right, I want you to wait here.
Then why won't you? Because crime doesn't pay?
You are my perfect customer. Let's dig into the remnants.
Excuse me, sir. Can we borrow your paper for a sec?
No, come on, really! Teach me something.
He's fast.
In September is fathers' visiting day at school. It's lame, but...
Hi, cutie-pie.
I'll give you one if it will catch these sons of bitches.
Roy, it's me. It's Frankie.
You're wasting your dollar.
But if I thought more about blowing my brains out...
Don't you wanna know my name?
- Are you out of your mind? - Sir! Excuse me!
As long as you don't mind.
Otis, knock it off.
But seriously, I want to talk to you because I think I've developed a rash.
Where do you want to do it?
Well, then you've probably seen our advertisements.
Uh...
The older the better. Beware of couples. Only you whisper in your mark's ear.
Hi, Dad, it's me. I just wanted to say hi.
I'm not dead. I'm in antiques.
Sure, I can just watch TV.
It's stuffy in here. It smells like Lysol.
Did you see him go through security...?
Yeah.
Could you watch the carpet, please?
Stop worrying about me. I'm barely even doing anything.
- Five grand, American. - Congratulations.
She mad?
- Good-bye. - Good-bye.
And I never...
- Sir, please wait your turn. - I know, but this is an emergency.
- Why? - So I wouldn't have to talk to you.
Yeah.
Antiques dealers keep large stacks of cash in their homes next to their guns.
- So how much is in there? - I told you.
Go.
- Name it Frank. - That's a good name.
If not, I call my cop friends, and your little girl goes to juvy till she's 18.
Yeah, Frechette. Man, he's top-heavy.
Do you mind eating?
Listen, I'm sorry, I really need... Thank you.
I'm sorry I let you down.
- Back east? - He owes me back rent, man.
Did you mail it to them?
- We're gonna be rich. - Do not do that.
- I'm not the one who pimped her... - What?
10, 11, 12... - He's coming!
- At me, not you. - Oh.
- There. He missed you coming in. - What?
I went to see a lawyer.
It's my spleen.
You know what to do, right? Keep real far away from us.
That's very good, but actually, I gotta talk to Klein.
Did you call security?
...the more I realized I should blow my brains out and end it all.