Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now get the camera ready.
It doesn't matter the compensation. The answer is no!
Would you like to come see my train, friend?
Come on. Grab this.
My father will tell you to drop your pants, and you're gonna do it.
One, two, three, that's all! I was robbed! This guy is...
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove!!!
i'm sorry!
Just a minute!
So they arranged to play a game of billiards.
How attached are you to that beard?
...it certainly is a pleasure to have you.
The word I get is that they're going to indict you.
Here's your Phi Beta. I'm sorry.
Come in.
Don't you know it's part of the black cultural imperative?
Jesus Christ! Are you crazy?
- He's just wonderful. - You're paid to play, not to talk.
I don't know. It turned out they were both gamblers.
You ready? I'm gonna win, right?
All right!
Hang on to your seat!
Well, '79, it must have been.
You see, I noticed...
- He might be armed and dangerous! - Negro!
Women like it when you're sincere. They respond too.
- Jack. - Let me have it.
It's always my toy department! Why can't he get into stereos?
...he's right.
Get dressed.
Are we gonna play? What have you got?
and you didnt wanna hit them!
I'm sorry, Mr. Brown! Gosh! He'll never do that again. Please!
Do you mate a lot?
- Please, Mr. Brown! - No.
- Hold the noise down. - Who the hell was that?
- You can't buy a human, Eric. - Why not?
All this time you didn't know my metal things were propellers?
- That's one year. - You cheat!
I want them both here...
Because the bullshit Is getting thick
No, sir. Not me.
I thought we were talking about your father.
and please dont argue with them, you'll do stuff together
I think.
You know who you're taking a photo with?
- The black man! - He wants the black man.
Why...
- $2500 for a couple of hours? - Sure. Why not?
Yeah.
A paying job will convince them of your sincerity...
Senator Newcomb.
And anything you want.
- Two-five. - Fine, but for that kind of money...
They're nuts.
Take a little picture. And make it good.
- I love you, Jack. - I love you too, Eric.
Oh, sugar. I like it like that.
The Klan really thanks you.
Wrap who up? I don't get wrapped.
- Would you stop about the book? - Angela, you know I'm a writer.
What are you doing?
- Don't move that over here. - Why not?
That's about the only thing he does understand.
- But why? - To play with, he says.
You're doing it by yourself, champ.
Eric's not a bad boy. High-spirited. I like that.
You got a Kodak you haven't taken out of the box.
I gotta pull my boots up real high... Beachside the Bullshit is getting thick!
We're not doing a newspaper, remember?
- That's not the way out. - Go get him, Daddy.
Damn, man. I am your friend, Eric.
Come on, Jack. Hurry up.
- Before the end of spring vacation? - Tonight.
Yeah, and you can take pictures.
And after you shave, you're fired.
I wanna call you "Scoop."
Mr. Brown, please!
Klansman, let's go.
Eric! Open this door, you little shit!
- I'll take it. - Is it that bad out there?
I can't take you anywhere!
What's Angela like?
- What the hell is that? - Help!
Fine, sir. Good. Wonderful.
To the airport, Mr. Bates?
Listen, you gotta be nice to her.
- I was wrong! - Was I bad?
I was just kidding, man.
Plenty of time for that.
Do you know what I mean?
This is the senator. Photographer!
- Fancy, you look so good tonight. - Hi, sugar-pie!
- Morning. - Good morning.
I'm Jack Brown. I'm sorry I messed up your carpet.