Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Roger mimics Elvis Presley] Ray, pack your jumpsuits

So I'm going to call Beverley

-Okay. -Thank you.

Baby, could you take that outside?

Yes. And now my boss is calling me back because he needs my help.

I can't keep covering your ass.

You're like a fucking diamond, man.

Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.

"I polished that apple up, I sold it for a dime."

Congratulations. Come on. Show your old man some moves.

♪ Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh, yes ♪

[chuckling] Oh, oh? Really?

Fake gems go in.

So we get a fence!

♪ Lately when you touch me Tell me how much you care ♪

But I don't know if that's true.

Now, did you break the law?

Believe me, I would much rather be here with you than in that dark cellar.

[doorbell rings]

-Love you, baby. -Love you.

You made this too hard for Mommy.

Yeah, we're going.

Graham, you got her. Graham has got you. He's got you, Lily.

The world may not be as you expect.

I'm gonna hit the head.

Things may be different a little while.

[metallic clicking]

No, no. No, no, no, we work with money.

♪ 'Cause if you do, you can hear ♪

Eyes straight ahead.

[muffled whirring]

-Okay. Get the bag. -We gotta get out of here.

Get the fuck out. I got this.

What do you think happens

♪ There are voices Still calling across the years… ♪

Why don't you stay here and read until Beverley comes.

-Focus. -[chuckles]

Okay. Get it in there.

-[Leo] You all right? -Let's get the fuck out of here.