Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Pope?
- Hey. - I lived up to my end of the bargain.
Floyd?
Because we have an agreement. Why wouldn't he?
All right.
I got this package for Mr. Escobar, and I can't get nobody to answer.
Now that map's gotta be worth 5, $10 million.
That way, at least you'll collect on the fire insurance.
- I'm... - With your looks...
Come on.
Nothing. Wasn't important.
It don't do no good to cry whatsoever, so you might as well quit.
He's telling the truth. I swear.
Okay.
- And you know what that means? - We'll put it high up.
I could hire waitresses with those short uniforms on...
Oh, like sitting in the kitchen...
- I'll remember that. - I don't suppose you happen...
You don't have a choice, Vernon.
Listen to the man. He's real serious about this.
The hard part, the part I'm not looking forward to...
He's over there by that rusted-out Chevy.
...while I get my jacket.
You mean to say to me you had that thing all along...
I don't know, Vernon.
Darling, find the car, start the motor and honk the horn. I'll be right along.
...get a bandstand, a crystal chandelier.
Believe me, I'm starting to regret it.
Because I said so, that's why.
You go first.
I'm not gonna let this out of my sight.
...and it takes a couple of nitwits about 10 minutes...
...I could care less. - He's trying to explain.
You want a beer?
Now you got that, slick?
...I'd come out there and I'd whip your butt.
- I didn't say it like that. - Yeah, you did.
- I talked to my boss. - Damn it.
Vernon, don't you leave me all alone here...
...than half interest in a cemetery plot.
I swear, if she thinks I'm going to prison...
...and now you're talking about being a jillionaire.
...something I want a whole lot.
All right, you. Get your car keys out, put them on the desk.
What the holy hell is this?
...drinking beer, shooting the shit with you. Forgot how much I loved that.
That's right.
- But l... - Period!
I guess you're right.
- You sure you don't mind closing? - Get out. Have a good time.
...that whatever it was that you found, it belongs to me.
That woman is dumb as a post.
I know you're in what they call financial straits.
Well, we'll talk about it.
Oh, hell, boy.
The sound of my voice don't seem to be reaching your ears.
The Blue Bonnet Lounge ain't ever gonna be anything.
I told you before, I'm not paying for any brand-new Buick.
It's just that all my money's tied up in...
Hey, slow down.
- Come back later and try it on. - I wanna take this with me.
Well, at least she doesn't spend all her time finding fault with me.
"Goddamn, what a hell of a time to stop!"
- You missed. - Hell, I know that much.
Furthermore, the prints found on the weapon used to kill Floyd Simmons...
You're looking real good.
...and I keep forgetting...