Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you tell me what time we get to Cartagena?
How much?
Aw goddamnit man, Fred Ward died... SHEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIT, when did that happen?!
Oh, you speak English. Good.
Just so you know, I spare no expense when I celebrate.
But, Jack, if we have to give it up to save Elaine...
Too desperate. God, too happy.
Let's go.
- Where the hell you going? - Lupe's Escape. I used it often in the past.
Hopeful romantic.
I'm great. I'm fine.
You gonna tell me about that sister of yours?
"I've lost her", Ralph, is gonna get the most teeth broken in your mouth.
Then you know how they all end.
Christ, here they come.
If you did that, I never would have met you.
Where do you think you're going, pal? Come on. Cough it up.
Take me back to Queens and kill me. Don't let me die in a jungle like a goddamned snake.
- How about Miami? - Will there be another bus?
I know, but she's my sister.
- Wait. - Deal's off, lady.
Oh, pumpkin, I never get in an elevator alone. You know - rapists.
- I think I'll throw another key on the fire. - No, please. I'm getting dizzy.
It made me cry. Don't tell anybody or I'll cut your heart out.
Where is it?
to keep us living comfortably for the rest of our lives.
Time to slay some gators!
- How soon? - Very soon.
All this? About five to life in the States. A couple of centuries down here.
Let's kiss off this Third World toilet.
Like it? I can be in one of your books.
I'm very sorry. I'm really sorry.
That river is impossible to cross for 200 miles in either direction.
You got any dry matches in here?
Another bus? Really?
Lil Pepe
or slower than the molasses in January.
- Has Jack Colton checked in? - In the last two minutes, no.
Look. We've stolen enough of these antique trinkets
Because I like you, Joan, and I hate to see you all alone,
See, you gotta figure sulphur-crested cockatoos,
I'd love to see you on that boat.
Welcome to my humble house.
Where is it?
Do you know what it's like in Colombia? I do. You sell very well in these macho countries.
Did you see that? That ugly, striped son of a bitch down there?
You're gonna be all right, Joan Wilder.
He might have ended up hanging from El Tenedor del Diablo there.
- I knew it would happen. - You knew what would happen?
Try to get enough money together, buy a boat, sail around the world.
Angel, you are hell and gone from Cartagena. Cartagena's over there on the coast.