Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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