Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!
Hey, I'm not totally invulnerable, you know.
Yeah. Right.
My broker. I told him to sell.
-Your house? -My house.
Seventy-five hundred dollars.
After a while.
Money for some new idea. Gonna make everybody a million bucks.
-Hello. -Good afternoon.
Now he's thin and he's rich Drives a Porsche 944
It was weird.
That's why you wanted me to come tonight, isn't it?
Because the next time, we ain't gonna have time for drinks.
...just shut the hell up about it and crawl back into your cage, okay?
Wow. -Yeah, wow.
-I gotta run. -l heard her.
-A case? A case? -A case. A customer.
Depressed? Depressed is what I was before I started feeling really bad...
-I don't know. But we will. We will. -We will?
That would be a female land-speed record.
Not a word, not a syllable, not yet.
Operator, I'm telling you, you're putting me in a hell of a spot here.
A day after I bought the opener, I get a call at my apartment.
Five minutes.
And that $100,000 that you found and have been spending...
Out of $100,000, you only got $1100 left?
Okay, everybody knows you're feeling a little bit--
-All right. No one was on the phone. -Terrific.
...you were in a bad mood and that stinks! Lots of times I'm in a bad mood.
-Wally. -Beav.
Thank you.
Look, we're brothers, but we have nothing in common.
-S0? -So what?