Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...who single-handedly haunts his own home in the Hollywood Hills.
It's like someone took America by the East Coast and shook it...
-Hi. Welcome back. -Yeah.
Now. Say it. Say it.
Do I know you?
I steal. I robbed a house
If that's gonna frustrate you.
-Maybe it's you I'm interested in. -Is that true?
Okay.
So are you willing to positively identify this woman as your-
Oh, God, how did you get away?
Now, me and my man, we're puzzled lately by your behavior, such as-
...sorry we said fuck so much.
If Jenna was hunting her mystery dad, this is where she would start, right?
I'm kind of scared here, Perry.
You know what, so you tell me, how is it any different than:
That girl, I know her. She's done some work for me.
Come on, we gotta go. They're coming back around. Harmony's down there.
...and told of a promised land known as the Coast...
-Whatever. It's okay, I believe you. -Clearly, you don't.
-Fresh off the bus, looking for her dad. -I'd say I found my imposter.
Not that that's what constitutes why she should be here.
I am going nuts here. I can't stop thinking about this.
-Eight ? Who taught you math ? -Maybe it was more. I don't know-
One minute, I'm boosting Xboxes in the East Village...
...but if you've been paying attention, I shouldn't have to-
You know what, you better be her doctor.
Punk-rock Steven Seagal thinks it's special.
Aurelio, give Mr. Van Shrike a little pat down.
Some will tell you she got here on account of the giant robot.
I want to, but I can't.
No. You know, that's crazy.
...let's drain its blood to paint my boathouse.
The hell it isn't. Actually, it's nightly and most mornings.
Single gayest thing you've ever done.
I just saw your really distinctive ears.
-Get up. -What's up?
...as a kind of, like, default backup thing.
-My caseload is pretty- -Oh, Harry, thank you.
I quit. This is not being a detective. Corpses floating in lakes...
That's the name on her credit cards.
Can I say fuck more?
-Say good night. -Thanks again.
Hey, I lucked out. They gave me the same room.
But I got my screen test Tuesday. I'll go Wednesday.
-The blond. The blond's pathetic. -Because?
I needed a hot bath, a warm bed.
For all of you good people in the Midwest...
...and I cut and run.
-Check the back seat. -No, get the keys!
Fucking maricÛn.
I remember him now. 1980. Oh, my God, I saw him like this.
-Afternoon good? -Whatever, Harry.
-I'm a private detective. And you? -I'm a stewardess.
You cut me in half, remember?
I sent them to the wrong room. I didn't know what else to do.
It's gonna be worth more too because I think he's, like, paralyzed now.
-Jesus, don't patronize me! -I'm not.
-All right, we're out of here. -We gotta go, go, go.
Yeah, soon as you find a large, brown clump of shrubs, just throw it in there.
What?
That whole thing is wild. You know what else is nuts? You cut off my finger!
Jesus. Oh, no, no. We're not ready for you yet, sir.
Positive ID, scars, dental records.
Hi, thank you for coming.
I hear it's a recommended cheeseball hangout.
I'm going nuts. I've been through the store three times.
And your sister has to have seen this, so you know what it comes down to.
For a reason? Fuck that.
“What happened to your hand?”
Quit acting like the good guy, jerk-off.
Shit.
Don't blame yourself. Listen...
What did you just do?
Don't talk to Reggie, he's black.
I'll be there in four minutes.
Anyone home? I got an injury problem. Hello.
...because the kid at the beginning, the magician, that was me.
I saw him in the commissary twice. What is he, like 6'4?
Caller specified room 714, some sort of brawl or something. Violent.
Thanks. Used to be a magician.
I buried my daughter today.
Oh, wait, back up. I forgot to tell you the cowboy rode a blue horse. Fuck.
-...fires up a smoke. -Really?
I'm thinking- I'm going nuts, so I think maybe...
Who what, Harry?
I left when you had your tongue down her throat.
She opens the door, she got nothing on but the radio.
-Are you sure? -Well, maybe she had my number. Why?
No, not really. She fucked every other guy but me.