Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well...
Yeah, red.
- I am sick of this! - Mary, calm down.
get the big, juicy cases, make his dad proud.
Gordy?
Phil, Jesus... Phil's got his stress reducer.
All right.
Gordon! Oh, for Christ's sakes, Mike!
Oh, Jesus.
- What? - She dropped the suit.
Church, movie theater, bowling alley, you know?
1871, that's when she went up, gentlemen.
Can you forgive me?
Uncle Gordon!
I spoke to 'em, I said, "If I see you again, I'm calling Security," so...
I didn't see you on the phone.
Mary... Mary?
Yeah, believe it or not, this place is listed in the national historic register.
She's still got that? She had that at the christening.
Hey, look! It says here, eight were committed for uncontrolled passion.
But Mary wanted to do it.
No. No, it's this way.
- What's up? - You know what a whale is?
- I won't... scared! - Billy, we have to wake up Simon.
- You, you come with me. - Hey! Fuck you!
If stress gets too intense on this job, he'll bolt.
Uncle Gordon!
I just... I just came to...
Can we talk?
Helped them feel good about themselves and more at home. It was creepy, huh?
All these cut-outs and... stuff.
What's the occasion, Gordon?
I've got four really good guys.
Over here.
Like Yanni or John Tesh or something, all right?
The last few months, Gordo, I'm seein' some cracks.
Okay, I'll try information.
Princess, tell me what happened on Christmas 22 years ago in Lowell.
Something's not right here. Some...
Most people are cognizant of their actions when they murder.
That defense never works.
Under some boxes, man. It's fucking intense, some of the shit...
What?
- I'm telling you, he's up there. - Where is he?
Hello, Gordon.
I got these in your van. Is that okay?
Don't be a fucking idiot, okay?
Roses? They're lovely!
What are you saying, Gordon?
Fucking birds!
What were you on there again, Mike? The one-year plan?
He's not in jail. He's in a nut house. Right, Mike?
Sunglasses.
No, Princess, I haven't seen it.
hidden memories of traumatic events in your life: rape, incest.
- What time is it? - I think it's noon. About noon.
Fucking eyeballs. Jesus Christ!
You better believe it!
Hank, drop it.
I had a conversation with those fuckin' graffiti artists,
- But, then, you know, I'm not nuts. - Obviously.
How come they don't visit, Doctor?
Shades of your childhood, huh?