Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was just a writer.
She told me you were a detective.
-Lord of the Cock Rings. -No, Harry, it's a fake label.
Shit!
God, what did they do to her face?
This isn't finished.
-It's nothing special at all. -Well, I think it's special.
...to sort of do the wave.
-A talking monkey? -Talking monkey, yeah.
-That it? -No, that's the corpse...
Thanks for coming.
Son of a bitch!
Maybe the man who is living here is not your father.
I've never told you just how awful he treated her. My dad, I'm talking about.
I don't know if this guy's your boyfriend or not...
Perry?
Now, Harmony, different story.
I don't know about that. I can say...
...use your awesome might.
Stop.
-That's cross-dressing, imbecile. -Whatever.
-This won't take a second. -Right.
-I'm taking some sweats, all right? -Yeah, anything you want to borrow.
Okay, well, I'll just write it down and then-
Okay, come on.
-Did you call me? -Harry, you're shot.
Shave a couple million off of Colin Farrell's price tag.
What's going on?
-...Olivia Newton-John and Gene Kelly. -Gay.
-How are you? -Good. So, what do you do?
-I think that you are bluffing right now. -Harry, what are you doing?
-It's a magic card, so.... -Wow, the Amazing Harold.
-It's over, baby. You missed. -That's charitable of you.
You buried her 20 years ago.
Hi, it's me. You hear anything?
Of course she's fucking dead. Her neck's broken.
Are you aware of giving your number to Miss Lane recently?
I showed up mildly whacked on Demerol...
-No, no, no. Harold the Great. -Harmony?
-On a slip of paper, perhaps? -No.
...get to do this one commercial.
Yep.
So again, for the cheap seats, do not think, walk the fuck away.
Thanks.
I guess it's better than calling him Knighty.
...and a magical city called Los Angeles.
You do. You think I'm so amazing...
...then it seems like we don't know anything. Okay?
...like somehow you guys could do that. Sorry.
Harry?
-I just put in one bullet, didn't I? -You put a live round in that gun?
-I trust you. -Right.
Come on, breathe.
We were just at that party. Are you telling me...
...in bed with the pink-haired girl.
But the point is, in this case, this time, it really happened.
All right?
Come on, remember? You were Amazing Harry-
See there?
Do you see where I'm going with this?
L.A. don't want you no more, tough guy.
And stop picking at that, it'll just get worse.
-Just say abracadabra. -What happened, somebody sue you?
The ringer was a girl named Mia Frye, 23-year-old from Glendale.
No.
Before I left, I got her into foster care.
There, all done.
Yeah, boo, hiss, I know. Look, I hate it too.
Do you get me now? - Yes, sir.
Yeah, looking back, I maybe should've told her...
-What do they think? -They think we know something.
-Sure. -He's the fire.
You change your tune every five minutes.
-My what? -Well, your....
If you're wondering who the best boy is, it's someone's nephew.
-You must be-Anyway.... -Gay Perry?
-Did I just cut off your finger? -Yeah.
There you go, a winner!
-Hey, lady, gun is not loaded- -Richie, no!
Detective. Sorry. I should've said something, but she wouldn't shut up.
-Forget it. This is between you two. -Look, I got a ticket. I am leaving.
That's a $40 value. Act today.
You look chilly. Come back inside.
Harmony's in trouble. Get dressed.
Why are you and Perry nacking on each other?
Shit better be improving your acting.
...who was in the movie that came through town.
-If you are, then I really need your help. -Well-
-Let's take a walk. He's got a hostage. -I've seen that movie.
-Call me Slick from here on out. -That was such a good job.
...it's abuse. It's, My uncle put his ping-ping in my papa.
Him.
What do you say, Perry? Oh, fuck, no fair. No fucking fair.
So this evening, was it Jonny Gossamer enough for you?
Let me just give you a hand here...
Oh, my God.
No? Come on, I just want to say something to her.
She thinks I'm a detective, so go along with it.
-I am so not who you think I am, Harry. -And who would that be?
Bottom line:
Your mom went nuts, and she bought all the books and stuff.
It's on the floor, to my periph-I don't wanna see it. Pick it up, put it on ice.
-He looked sad. -He looked sad?