Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, you didn't take that out of his pocket?

-That's it? -I checked. I thought he was sleeping.

I don't want a man in my icebox.

This much money completely alters your sense of reality.

-It wobbled. -Yeah, right. I understand.

He came back to me in a dream. He said that life after death was okay.

Well, I know, I know, but we have to, right?

Guy's meeting with him in an hour, he's got photographs of the plans.

...walked in here and just died.

-Oh, watch it, will you? -Come on.

I've had it, that's it.

...dying alone in that office.

That's what they are, to make you feel better.

-Then they're gonna wanna do this. -I've read Tom Sawyer.

You might wanna take a gander at them...

Doctor, medication.

You call Ma Bell, call off the phone block on the 976.

Well, it's not as much fun, but it beats working.

You wanna do this or you want me to do it?

There we go. Very nice.

-Nice grave we've been digging for you. -Nice and special.

I don't belong here, buried in a cemetery.

The deadline for collecting our winnings is Thursday noon.

Last we saw him was when he relieved us of Mr. Soffer at the cemetery.

It pits friend against friend.

Why did you need Harry? You photographed the plans.

David, can't you close his eyes?

Mr. Guy, I don't know quite how to say this.

We need some lubrication.

-Watch it. -What?

We can do something for them. Have a nice day.

...you can kiss your fishnet-fantasy friends goodbye.

I sent him half a lottery ticket as identification.

-No. -It's okay. I'm right here.