Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Rosie) Corinna!

- Yeah, it's your own damn fault. - Our fault?! Let me tell you...

You know I got a half-size difference in my shoes and gotta put three insoles in the left?

Did you tell the cops how metal in my mouth makes me gag?

I am so fuckin' stupid. I should have my fuckin' head examined.

Well, I guess you won't have to bother with that any more, huh, Judge?

- Daddy, look! - Hey, Corinna!

Astro Jewellers. Remember that?

Thanks. I don't drink.

I like this. I really do.

You know what an asthma attack feels like?

- (agent) Corinna! - (Rosie) Corinna!

Shit happens. I guess so.

It's fuckin' hot.

(knocking at door)

What the fuck did you do?

Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

I gotcha! I gotcha!

And I want a one-day trip to go up there and see her. One day.

Come on, scumbag.

Jimmy fucked up?

- 28. - Come on, Junior.

What the fuck did you do?

Everybody's got a reason to lie.

B-A-D. Balls, attitude, direction.

The time has come for everyone to clean up their own back yard.

Mafia shrinks! The autopsy came up negative on drugs.

(others calm him down)

Excuse me. I'm looking for a hotel called Tesselers.

An oldie but goodie.

- You know, it was you, drivin' that truck. - Don't say that.

- Ronnie Gannon? - Yeah. The whole job was his idea.

Did ya hear that?

- I forgot Buttercup. - Shh, honey. We'll get him.

Ronnie, this is your problem. I don't give a shit.

- He was a what?! - Your investigation?

(Ronnie) She was a beautiful person, man.

You like to fuckin' talk, you fuck? You fuck!

I wanna find out if we got a drug-taking federal agent, strung out...

_ Rum R _ Go! um

Guess who's next.

Cos I love to dance.

I'm under the rock. They got me wearin' a wire.

- (Jimmy) She's nice. - No, I love her. We're engaged.

How many times you gonna move us?

- He can't chance a trial. - I don't like this cereal.

- John, you cut the drums? - Yeah, both of 'em.

Tell me something. Surprise me.

My youngest daughter, Coral?

Nah. I think I'm gonna get lost.

- Love you. - (Rosie) OK.

For my vegetables

but I don't know what else to do. You know who I have to answer to?

Didn't you think we were doing OK?

Whaddaya think is worse?