Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

The deadline for collecting our winnings is Thursday noon.

You might wanna take a gander at them...

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

Doctor, medication.

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

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

This much money completely alters your sense of reality.

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

There we go. Very nice.

It pits friend against friend.

I don't want a man in my icebox.

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

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

...dying alone in that office.

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

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

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

I've had it, that's it.

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

We need some lubrication.

I sent him half a lottery ticket as identification.

-Watch it. -What?

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

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

Why did you need Harry? You photographed the plans.

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

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

David, can't you close his eyes?

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

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

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

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

...walked in here and just died.