Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't like to brag.
No, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on.
Jesus.
I don't get it.
You're right. This is beautiful.
What the hell happened to Paulie?
- Well, let's not argue about it. - Jesus.
There's plenty of room if you want to stay, Lar.
Dude Terence no that’s dumb
Great.
Come on.
- We should be at a real beach. - There are no more real beaches.
Unbelievable.
Okay. I'll tell the engineer.
I'm gonna tear this place apart.
Shit! Is that the killer?
I just feel uncomfortable showing off my money...
And they are all at home doing their hair right now.
Hello. No, haven't seen him. But we just got here.
There's no Bernie.
Right.
- Got them both there? - Yes. Page 28 and 41.
You don't believe me?
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Should I have Paulie go and talk to the chef?
It's all right. You're doing very well.
- You all right? - Yeah.
I'll never lie again. Honest.
You let me sleep till 11:30? I have...
You have to kill him, Vito.
I don't believe you.
- Try the key again. - Fine.
And, now, we're going back to the house of death.
Two-timer.
Vito, I'm telling you, Lomax is alive. She was with him for at least half an hour...
You sure these figures are accurate?
Tell you what, let's just make you a little more comfy.
- I should've stayed home. - What are you talking about?
Hi, Steven. I am horny.
The Maserati!
It's Monday Morning. After lunch, right? Quite a bit after lunch.
- I have an idea. - What?
- Fabulous. - It was the clumsy approach. It worked.
Not the piano. The painting. It's an original.
It's on the point, top of the dune.
This is tougher than it looks.
- How awful for you. - Yeah.
Give me those papers!
Shooter now.
Okay, coming out. My turn.
Son of a bitch. He's gonna kill me!
Hey dude you need to pump some iron
No one is going to have a sex change operation.
How are you? Party's over. You have to go home now.
- Wait a minute. - Tell me you have a brilliant idea.
Is this guy a tough negotiator or what?
Here comes Bernie.
97 PERCENT OF STETSON ALUMNI ARE EMPLOYED
- Hey, Bernie. Looking good. - Hi.
You did great, Rich.
You son of a bitch.
Where the hell is he?
The point is, I just want to be back in New York with an alibi, okay?
Put it on him.
Weekend at Bernies
- and I still have to plant the note. - Yeah.
- Okay? - Yeah.
A house. Cars. Women.
Liza's maid is over for the weekend, and I had to give her your regular time.
You didn't like Hymie's Hunan?
They need to vaccinate you, Bernie!
I'm so glad you get it, Matt Women are not objects
No smoking.
But I'd like to go over these numbers with you...
as the Big Apple becomes the Baked Apple.
How do you propose to handle it?
- You're doing well. - Trying to get us off this island of hell.
All I have to do is just keep setting my goals and working hard...
Very, very good work.
Love you, darling, just love you. You know, you could use a little sun.
- He walked? - Say good morning.
Here. Hold on.
Yeah. Hampton Island.
The sun was fabulous, the wind was fabulous, we had a great time.
Okay, Bernie, I'm going to shoot the wad.
No, I only want the Maserati if it comes in that jet black.
I'll get you all, one by one.
- Great party last night, Bern. - How are you?
- I'm calling the cops. - I wanted to call them yesterday, my friend.
Happy birthday George
Mr. Lomax.
They get angry when I walk.
Here we go. Ready. Up.
This man needs some help. You know that?
Pardon me, Monsignor, sir, could you tell me where the top of the dune is?
I like it. It's home.
Oriental? I think I own that one.
Oh, my God.
What?
- Move those feet. - He's giving me a hernia.
- There's no door. Back door. - Okay.
My aunt? The sick aunt. Yes, she is fine.
Ferry's gonna leave.
It's all right.