Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think he's got a point there.
I'll never doubt your word again. They're murderers!
Sorry to hear that. Try talking to him.
Please.
Give him a ticket. Put it on.
You love a friend, you know? You earn a friend.
His name is Jack Brown. Jack, Master Bates.
- I'll pay you on an hourly basis. - Sir.
I didn't ask, huh?
You know, I have a new helicopter.
Didn't you listen to me?
- Where you going? - Clifford, I'm here for a job.
- Sorry. - Sir.
Why, sure! Let me get fixed.
Haha
Now just a minute here!
You'd better be right. Let's get back in the van.
Not on the paper...
I can see the headline:
авмсимсми чсмчсмсчм
- Play with me! - He's wonderful.
Now he won't come back no matter how much you pay.
- You won't be sorry, U.S. - "You ass." You're allowed.
It might have been a nice trip.
- He only has the kid for a week. - $10,000?
You see, we're part of Mr. Bates' family here.
Sit up, Eric.
Me, U. S?
- He'd like to take you home with him. - Why?
Best of all, I wouldn't have to go back to that school.
Look around! You kidding me?
- For the week? - Sure.
I waited tables in college.
- Remember me? - I'm fired, right?
I want each paper accounted for.
Come on, Wonder Wheel. Where's your heart?
I hate German.
...and put your arms around him and talk to him?
"Come on, Dad, let's sit down! Come on!"
Herefords or something. About 700 of them.
...thing?
- Not remotely amusing. - You're marking my arm, sugar.
Forget you know me.
Don't you know that?
What is this dog thing? Nobody wants...
No next month. No next year.
No hole.
You're gonna quit because I was winning? You hate to lose?
new bewbs
- That's my tomato salad. - I'm sorry.
Is everybody like this? Does this go on every day?
She's right. You shouldn't bathe with a naked man.
You know, I don't believe you know how to tell a story.
Its US Not us ass
What's wrong? Are you okay?
What?
I'm not gonna vacuum with my beard. That's the '60s. This is the '80s.
Somebody's cow got eaten.
Yes, darling. You're a writer. A very good writer.
Daddy!
- Wait. What's your name? - Jack Brown.
Damn you! Do you see any piranhas?
In the slammer, mammer.
- I'm working for U.S. Bates. - "I'm working for U.S. Bates."
Do you know why they're having a party downstairs?
Come on, honey. Walk this way.
I'll call you "Scoop."
- Put it on my dad's bill. - Okay, kid.
In reality, any one of these people, with a little persuasion...
- I mean, come here. - No way.
He says you don't have any friends and that you know two kinds of people:
That's highway robbery.
- You know it's mine. - We haven't paid in six months.
Jack, I'm gonna get you for this!
- That's it! - That's it!
Get a job!
- What's going on? - It's my fault.
Not until you finish your meal!
That has no significance here. Understand?
No, you don't!
And he lifted me out of all that misery.