Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

who's filling in for reece hedwards? wanda piss.
BRIAN: I've aIways wanted to work on Wall Street.
In two weeks, you'll be famous.
(SLOW ROCK SONG PLAYING)
It was nothing but taking a cheap shot at me.
I want to be part of a team.
Mr. Flanagan, would you come in, please?
CORAL: He didn't have any of talent of you guys.
Ladies and gentlemen.
(SCOFFS)
Where does Coral live?
Fuck.
Coughlin's diet.
-What was that? -A Molson and a Cuba Libre.
(INAUDIBLE)
BRIAN: Jesus Christ!
She just happened to be here checking me out the other night.
It's his downfall.
Mr. Coughlin doesn't have any friends on a Saturday night.
It's mine?
Beer.
Back off!
-I have to talk to you. -What's going on?
Art? The more it costs, The better it is
Can I buy you a drink? One of my rum specialties, perhaps?
But I think there's a chance for us.
Coughlin's law.
A rich chick? You'd go with a woman just because she had money.
(SWITCHES OFF TV)
We want a poem!
MAN: Stick it in your Volvo!
These are just some of the tasks you'll be asked to perform.
However, falling down stairs is allowed.
It's terrific.
The fabulous cocktails I make
Doug!
He can make all kinds of moves if he's smart.
Then you'll really know hatred.
He was my best friend, but he was too proud to let me help him.
Were you so honest?
You might have changed a lot, but they sure didn't beat the wise guy out of you.
george stop being a formeiwueyahdiryriwnsjgtotkmgm! sorry faye.
Baby, not again.
One guy?
See the headlines.
she's pregnant!
But the liquor, we still got.
Look at that. See that city out there, kid?
yes beryl bamooserette? what do you want? i want to do some guiaxaning in guangzhou.
So good to see you. Hello, darling.
Uncle Pat, you'd better be careful
(WHOOPING)
My uncle's in the business.
You think you made a breakthrough cutting that blonde lose.
Oh, I was pushing you?
You wanna see a grown man cry like a baby?
Doug, wake up.
My poem is entitled The Bottom Line.
Maybe she had 1 5 minutes to kill. (LAUGHING)
JORDAN: What is going on here?
Okay, a poem.
Brian Flanagan.
I'm pregnant.
-Where's Doug Coughlin? -Over there.
Do you ever have the feeling that you might meet somebody?
There are two kinds of people in this world.
Bonnie, let's get out of here.
June 22
-This doesn't look like me. -It's the real you.
Honest?
(STUDENTS LAUGH)
-Dirty Mother. -MAN 1 : Can I have what I ordered?
BRIAN: What for?
Positive thinking!
You just got to know how to read.
The Bowl is open! The Diner is open!
I'm a fast learner.
I'm not worried. I mean, I am worried.
with a few comatose daylight hours.
I appreciate the concern.
(COOING)
I realize I've got a class of budding capitalists here.
This place is crawling with moneyed females.
(LAUGHING)
The rest of CoughIin's Laws, ignore.
On the margin. Buy, cover, buy, cover.
cogwheels... cogwheels everywhere.
To overthrow the government, You know
But still he gets up in the morning,
Seriously ... ... I’m doing the best I can! — okay?
Face it, you're a career proletarian.
That’s 50 bucks you owe me!!!!
of spectacular.
-I'm in training? -For stardom.
She's not hiding. She's not home.
WAITRESS: You got talent.
or at least to explain.
Hi.
Probably. No, you'll want to divorce me.
Two years we haven't seen each other and we just flow into the old act.
They said it was quaint.
Sit down.
No.