Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You killed my washing machine. No, I was...
Chief?
Won't say no.
Pardon? Is it just for you, the room?
Now they don't.
Oh, my. Yeah.
Yeah. Over.
Well... I'm ready to get painting.
I need a room. Just you?
urinating in the gas tank of a red Cavalier.
Car trouble. It's fixed now.
on. (LAUGHS)
that you chose to walk into the light instead of into the darkness.
Hon?
about your husband's business...
Yeah, Dad, ow...
Sir, perhaps you'd be happier in a different motel?
Really?
Your problem is you spent your whole life thinking there are rules.
Just... heck.
Well, there's no delicate way to put this.
(SCOFFS)
you're gonna look at her face and know that you're alive
I mean, seriously, what is the matter with you?
are you there? Over.
That's a shame. Yeah.
Quote, I leave the entirety of my vast estate
You killed her! (PANTING)
of the boy I put in the oil drum and rolled onto the highway?
And now he tells you that he had relations with your wife.
Any more?
What about Bill? He's got seniority.
(WHISPERING) The police are here.
Lester Niggered.
I said the police are here! What do we do?
Yeah, it's... it's... it's me. It's Lester.
So, that mean you're gonna help your old man out?
Just one word.
Yeah, yeah, I called over and they're closed,
especially things that put you in a hospital?
Sam Hess. You know, owns the truck depot over on Winslow.
and they want to deal with this themselves.
Jeez.
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
No, that is the thing.
Thought I'd strip down to my shorts, work on my tan.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Three to one.
He... he asked about Sam.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Mmm-hmm. Something odd about that.
Yeah, Ma, don't talk like that.
Dad, come in, Dad. Over.
White, what?
We make Gordo try stuff all the time.