Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Of course. That's sad.
Dexter didn't murder your sister.
-You are so.... -That was good, right?
-I didn't do anything. -You were grabbing my tit.
Okay, I was a bad narrator again...
Shut up and listen. First, we have to wrap the body.
Perry, what do you call it?
Then they all come out here.
That's it. That's the true story of what happened last Christmas.
I understand if you wanna take a swing at me. You fuck!
It's in your bank, you overpriced bastard.
I'm retired. I invented dice when I was a kid.
You think they'll find my pistol?
She comes back to the States, drops the lawsuit, moves in with her father.
Cool! This stopped the bullet, Harry.
Perry, what's wrong?
Well, damn, you are tough.
-Hello? -I'm trying to locate Harry Lockhart.
...all of a sudden, there's a corpse outside? Bad idea.
-I mean, petty theft- -Oh, Harry.
-This way, come on. -Shit!
-Friendship is sacred. -What are you doing?
-Do you have any idea what time it is? -I'm really sorry.
The zoo was closed, so I thought I'd come here and look at an animal.
That mystery flick with the guy, Jonny what's-his-name?
Make a choice.
-...sometimes these things just happen- -For a reason.
That's crazy. He was using my sister to impersonate his daughter, Perry.
I tell him about destiny. He's shaking his head.
-Don't answer that. -Yeah, duh.
You're not a punk.
Hang on.
Harmony!
Your mouth is a recommended place to put a sock.
...thinking Harmony's theory wasn't so crazy.
Oh, Harry.
...because I must be missing something.
She doesn't have a minute.
Yeah, that was the game plan.
-You're worried. -You're not worried?
Point is, I don't see another goddamn narrator, so pipe down.
-Lucky you. -It's pretty good. You wanna come up?
Sometimes. You know, when I dressed up like a bottle. How about yours?
-This dump have a bar? -Yeah.
No, not you. Listen, call downtown...
I prefer Genaros, but what do I know? I'm a bear. I suck the heads off fish.
-Whatever, it's nothing. -It's pretty cool.
-You said something about the case. -Yeah. Yeah.
We're required by law to treat every suicide as a potential homicide.
Save me from this hopeless plight.
-What's wrong with his car? -Do I look like a mechanic?
You think that's funny, huh? I'm gonna break your nose now.
Your present is you're not in jail, fag-hag.
Yeah, 16 guys. It's always 16. That's funny.
-Who's Har-? What? -Look, that's-
No, no, no. Don't fight it.
-Oh, God. -I'm so glad that you're okay...
It's Christmas, where's my present, Slick?
-Really? Where's Marleah? -Marleah?
Flicka. Flicka. You know, my friend? She told me.
You all right?
Damn it. This robot bit. I made a big deal, then I forgot.
-...or picture it in your head? -Harry, will you shut up.
I got an idea. I say we take the son of a bitch Dexter down.
-Why not simply go to the police? -Right. And I still think...
Look, he was gonna kill you anyway. He said so.
...you threw next to the car. What happens when they drag the lake?
-Paid for it with a credit card. -Okay.
Get Gay Perry on the phone.
I don't make that leap. It's like, Look, there's an elephant. Quick...
It'd just be a drink. You'll be home faster than you can say Jack Robinson.
Aurelio, why don't you give the kid a break?
You said this doesn't happen. This is your fault!
Enough! Look me in the eyes and tell me you've never been with a man.
Shit, they're on my tail. I gotta go.
And now, for my shocking finale.
Great, this is fucking rich.
You wouldn't know where to feed yourself...
If it's in the drawer, it's clean.
What were you thinking?
Like most soon-to-be-fucked-up girls, Harmony was wicked smart.
How are you?
...that the girl in the lake, that was Veronica Dexter?
See, these dudes tonight, they see two assholes out of nowhere.
...is that a bullet will be inside your head...
By now you may wonder how I wound up here, or maybe not.
Why'd you lie to me?
...there's something rotten in Denver.
...sorry we said fuck so much.
Don't bother asking Harmony out on your date.
She was in the trunk. I had to shoot the lock to get it open.
Thanks, bro.
Cover him up. I'll get the car.
-It's right out of a Gossamer book. -Of course...
Is that sick? I think- Yeah, I think that's sick.
You told your sister she was adopted, yeah?
No, genius, that was us. Remember?