Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now you can come on out of there.
and by an author who's never been published before.
- I'll make it. I'll make it. - I won't make it.
Hannibal, that's Jase Tataro.
Sadly, that duty falls on me.
if I was to become convinced your rehab programmes were movin' in the right direction.
- No. - I'm gonna shove it down my editor's throat.
Oh, yeah. I remember getting a note on that from the courthouse.
Just like you ain't a warden any more.
- What on earth is that? - We have a new prisoner. He wants trash bags.
Okay.
I was being my own agent. It was beautiful.
the number of prison breaks that have resulted in the deaths of the escaping prisoners.
Gimme a trash bag.
upgrade his sentence two years for fighting.
Tell 'em a thousand dollars buys one seat.
- You're a guy travelling Mach one to a pine box. - Tough guy, huh?
Jase was the first one to get away.
Not Dr Pepper? Are you kidding?
- We're on a case. - What case? Who's the client?
I want 'em! I want 'em!
Published a minor little work entitled, Love Calls of the Pacific Grey Whales.
Okay, everybody on their feet.
I got a big-time feature to produce.
Miss Allen, if y'all don't mind.
I'll just take the pack.
Don't matter. You're out-voted anyway. Come on, let's go. We gotta get out of here.
if I confirm your credentials, do you, Miss Allen?
Tomorrow, you're gonna learn to make ashtrays, okay?
with the way you've gone and embraced these new concepts in penology.
- Hey. Say, what's he run, about, uh, 220? - I haven't the faintest idea.
They were supposed to have been recalled.
I told you it wasn't very nice.
Murdock, grab that TV camera.
As a matter of fact, I'd be willing to take a look at your operation in a very favourable light...
Nice little shindig, Warden. But it's over.
Soon as they get through with the psychiatric check-in, I'll get it done.
Your script... Sinbad Goes To Mars...
Warden wants him in one piece... you know that.