Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell!

[Whistle Blows]

Give me a trade please!

Yeah. Yeah, I have.

We felt like nothing could stop us.

My mom thinks I have a cold year-round

Us, Manhattan boys,

She's dead. It's over.

You know, starts wafting out.

# Down by the water... #

Hey, that might be good. You could get your license this summer.

That's what I'd like to do.

What'd you get?

I'm not driving you guys home.

We got kicked out of the school, Mickey.

# Come back here, man #

Have you been waiting for me, Jim?

You sold my girlfriend some shit the other day.

I can't even get a decent chubby.

that we used when it was windy in the park

same as the others, basically.

Jim, give it a rest. You'll never beat him.

Did you hear about Mickey, that scumbag?

Mama Open this Damn Door Before i Knocked the Gravy Out Your Biscuit!

it won't happen to them,

While you're out, pick me up a bag.

Who's ready to play some roundball?

I went down to Pedro's basement.

There's no way we don't win. Will you tell this kid?

Oh, give it to me!

So what are you waiting for?

# If you give this man a ride #

Nothing. You know.

He's being a dick. You want me to put a charge in his ass?

# Don't greet us there #

No, not a dime. You score?

Yeah. Maybe it is.

'Cause I quit the team...

What would become of us?

Oh, thanks. Thanks.

Unburden yourself.

# He was a friend of mine #

Devil's toe is no big deal. We've all done it a million times.

Mom, I'm in pain.

# His brain is squirming like a toad #

I said, who's ready to play some ball?

Where you going?

Come on! Come on!

He could beat anything.

a sec or two in his sexy, slow strut.

Meet you outside, man. I'm getting sick.

Just my own naked self and the stars breathing down,

it's better off he died.

of really primo dope cooking up.

What's your problem?

the slight breeze that runs across your entire body,

Face the music, pricks.

as another 9-to-5 gig.

with Mary Ann Dugan

I could picture Father Dunne

Is your name Pino?

- Fuck it, Pedro! - What's the matter with you?

No, they're not faded.

# I was a Catholic child #

Freeze! Freeze!

They're really good for us.

What are you doing?

You got to give me it, Reggie.

# I fed on cellmates' dreams #

Me, I play like a cheetah.

This one's for Bobby.

I'll see you in the NBA.

what you got to do is give me some money, okay?

Clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions.

You're growing up,

Reggie, I just need a taste.

I got something for you here.

but they're always suckers, and their money makes them tolerable.

Yeah. C'mon, Swifty. We're growing boys.