Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You've gotta get some shoes. - I know, I know.

Doc, I want to congratulate you.

She's marrying the son, not the father.

- No! - Give me that bag.

We'll call it the thing. Okay, Shel? But you know I mean the engraving.

- Oh, listen... - I mean n-normally, he's, uh ‒

I've been around a little. Give a listen.

- That's standard procedure. - What?

Any tax trouble?

- All right. Any problems? - None.

I'm all backed up.

Well, he's got a vault behind the tiger painting.

TWO THINGS SHEL. DON’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HIS SCAR.

Oh, fantástico.

Sí, sí. Hey, Vince, you won't forget I did this, eh?

I haven't even met the bride's family yet.

What did Dad pull this time?

It gives me such a warm feeling.

He checks out the engraving.

So I open the safe, take out a black bag and come back here to the cab.

- Stacks of 50. - Yeah, and there's more. We got ‒

My kid is getting married Sunday. How does he expect me to come up with that kind of money?

Just go with the flow, Shel. Just go with the flow.

To my wonderful American friends.

Thanks for everything.

Me too. Good-bye.

All right, you got a point. You're right.

That's them. Are you okay, or are you gonna be totally hostile to them?

- He's nice? - He's nice.

- Vince, stop the car! - I'm trying.

What a nice surprise.

- Do what the doc says now. - Vince.

- I can't stay here. - Okay, but remember, serpentine!

- Oh, the traffic was brutal. - You knew he was coming?

because of the tremendous red tape in the bush.

- What is this show? - Are you kidding, man?

I gotta run, Sheldon.

Piece of cake, Sheldon.

Let me see if I got this straight.

You want to know why I'm getting excited!

- What are you talking about? - For Christ's sake!

The father does some kind of international consulting work.

I bet it's Arabs. I saw a TV show. This is what they do.

It's in the middle of the next block, just past the Stetson Hat sign.

I'm very happy that it's to someone as wonderful as Tommy.

and sometimes with these overseas connections I have to scream like a banshee.

A man calling himself D. Tracy will come to your home wearing galoshes.

I have flames on my car!

And you robbed the United States Mint for the CIA.

¡Presenten armas!

- He wants a million-five for this. - No sweat.

- I'll stand still, all right? - Happens all the time. Excuse me.

No, not really. I'd like to resolve this somehow.

I left 'em in a jacket that got Martinized.

I would like to oblige, but I have a conscience.

Watch out! Look out!

It has no bearing on my life. I hate all of this.

Well, maybe this will make it up to you.

Or pineapple juice.

Boy, I never missed it.

- How could you? I almost got killed. - I know.

But there is a certain sexual component to father-daughter relationships.

You took those slides of them that never came out, remember?

- You can see that. - Yeah.

Please, don't bother. I'll find it.

but we're really anxious to wrap this up and get home.

Cabernet's great.

Flamenco dancers of death.

- Congratulations! - Thanks a lot.

And this man's death, I'm afraid,

$6,000 a year tuition to listen to this.

- Mwah! - Two days we were crazy.

The son is the acorn. You gotta look at the tree.

I know it, and the cab driver knows it. We both say it.

Sweetheart ‒ It's toothpaste.

- Are ya moving? - Yeah.

Vince, can't this wait till this afternoon? I'll be off around 5:00.

- Right. Right. - They're too poor. You know that.

- Jesus, he's a raving fruitcake. - Don't underestimate him.

I got some tennis sneakers so it wouldn't be a total loss.

And is that Mrs. General there?

listening to stories about the Guacamole Act of 1917

A crime punishable by a maximum sentence of 40 years in a federal penitentiary.

He's a wild man, that's why.

- Yeah. - Very interesting gentleman.

General, I insist on at least a blindfold for Shel here.

I said, fellas, the thing to do is to rob the US Mint.

- the ones that I robbed yesterday ‒ - Yes?

- ♪ A tree that may in summer wear ♪ - This chicken is really sensational.

Shit! Emergency! Open the door!

Macy's and Gimbels.

Give me the bag.

I'm being irrational?

Dad and his mysterious phone calls.

You're really very sweet. I'm getting a little nervous about ‒

Isn't that the damnedest thing? Right here in the cellar.

In the counting of the invitations.