Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What about him?
You blew his brains all over me, his people know that...
- (girl) He did it. - That was great! I knew you had it in you.
The babysitter from upstairs, get her down. It'll take two hours. Pay her double.
Hey!
Now you did it.
- We were workin'... - To get what?
- You got them nines for me? - Right here.
Little Junior...
What do you wanna know about the guy for?
...the Junior Browns of the world will always be with us.
- Jimmy, I'm a fuckin' dead man! - What are you doin' here, Ronnie?
To tell me I got the shaft?
- Wait! What'd I do? - (I Jump Around by House of Pain)
Whatever don't kill you makes...
Where'd you hear that?
Switch the ID plate with the junker's. Torch the junker.
Bye-bye.
Your people? Turn the fuck around, motherfucker.
Corinnal!
Let's go.
(Corinna) Daddy, come on, let's go!
But whatever I do, I end up gettin' fucked.
- I would love to go back. - So go!
You saw what happened to Kirillov? guess who
When someone steps over the line...
Yo, Ronnie!
Yeah.
(Sirens)
Well, I felt I had... no choice.
(engine starts)
- (Corinna cries) - Just for one minute.
- Slowly. Slowly. - OK, I'm slow. Watch my hand.
...as a man of honour, will you say to me now that you will cut me loose once and for all?
Watch'.!
(buzzer)
Well, look at him. Who would know? Am I right?
No kiddin'.
(Siren)
And your father used to go on his benders. Whose people came to get you, man?
You're under arrest, motherfucker.
- Thanks. - Sure.
Please, Jimmy. Please...
Look who showed up to drive. He's fuckin' socked.
Ugh! You smell like gasoline.
Got a family?
Got anything else?
Yeah, we onto him. So you hook up with Junior?
...compared to the work that I can do as a federal judge?
Come here! Where you goin'? Come here!
Yeah, get me Calvin Halt.
Look.
Hey, chill out. The DA.
They were gonna kill Ronnie.
Ready? Let's go. Let's go!
What's up?
You got nothin'.
You got a phone call.
- (guard) Let's go. - We were workin'.
- I guess it's up to me. - You can't be serious.
You know what? You're right.
Felt good.
Let's be realistic. I'm not made of money either. I'm just tryin' to help out a little bit.
And Bobby Bannion: Bobby B.
- Jimmy! - Here you go.
strong, direct sun gives me a migraine so bad, I cry like a baby.
Three more weeks.
B-A-D.
(sidekick) You gonna take care of this, Junior, or are you goin' outta house?
I like that.
- Oh, yeah? Is that right? - I heard you...