Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, it's a different kind of deal, it's structured...

I was supposed to pick up my wife but she wasn't on the plane.

We'll straighten it all out with Momo, he'll be pissed off. We don't need that.

What do you want me to do, Ray? Go to war over a fucking coat?!

Leave a message.

He's gonna plea-deal his way out.

Tell him he's got to be out by 5:00am.

This is the project, Mr. Lovejoy.

Make it look like he came at us, you shoot him. Self-defense.

I hope you guys checked this place out good. I don't want no surprises.

No, not then! I mean in general.

Don't go out of your way.

Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!

I'm going. I'm going.

I just wanna know where my fucking money is.

They say the fucking smog is the fucking reason you have such beautiful fucking sunsets

He showed you my script?

This man is the man, you understand what I'm saying, motherfucker?

You took a swing at me. Fuck it.

I hate being inside all day around all those machines.

You're a collector for the fucking casino!

Whenever you want.

and the ten that's over, I'm gonna borrow from you.

Mr. Barboni is a good customer. He works for Jimmy Cap.

Bullshit, man! We have an agreement.

The pool needs a skim.

- Have a seat right there. - Cool.

Where do you wanna go? Do you wanna go downtown?

Right here. Right here.

You either find my coat or give me the $379 my ex-wife paid for it.

Guess I'll take that drink.

You're lucky he didn't kill you, the coat was a Christmas present!

Assuming I go along with this, when can I have the $500,000?

Just a couple of months, yeah. We need more... prep.

You have a card?

We can check it out if you want. Watch Charlton Heston be a Mexican.

I'm Ray Barboni from Miami.

Not a worry in the world.

This might just work out. You never know.

At this point, basically, that's gotta be it.

- What's your name? - Yayo Portillo.

You two geezers, take your game to the park.

He'd wear wool hats in Miami in the middle of summer.

four through the chest and one through his foot.

what's the point of living in LA unless you're in the movie business?

A locker at the airport? Tell me you're not that stupid.

the intensity that you had.

You cut straight hair in here or just fags?

What are you still doing with those guys?

Outside of Freaks, it's none of your fucking business what we do.

while the metaphor plays on different levels.

She never hears from him, but he turns the 300,000 into 500,000.

It was Fay, wasn't it?

"You're mine, asshole," without saying it.

That right? He's setting me up?

Nice scream. They oughta give you more work.

I told you to watch your mouth round my daughter.

This is, you know...

Are you on the information superhighway?

Fuck you, fuckball!

That was my coat!

It's Nicki now. I don't believe this!

Seriously I be like

Let me help you out. Go ahead.

You're gonna love this guy, another fucking moron.

15 for the vig, plus the ten, that's 25 big ones.

We're going to do this picture.

Who the f— is Try Guys? Where do you get these names?

Nice to meet you, Martin.

It was open. It wasn't locked.

Mr. Barbone, to go to the beach, this is the freeway.

Isn't somebody going to come and take him away?

- This piece of shit owes me money. - Get in line.

It’s Rizzler outside and it’s Rizzler inside. It’s a regular fucking Rizzler fest

I gotta take Farrah over to her mother's.

Wrap. It's a wrap. Come back tomorrow. Fuck!

All right, all right. Slow down. Breathe through your mouth, slow.

You're a celebrity. You shoulda shot someone a long time ago.

where the three guys get left with the baby...

The wife sues the airline? Some gutsy babe!

Nah nah nah nah. Fuck you, fuckball.

That’s all I know

And whatever you do, don't say anything about Mr. Lovejoy.

It's Miami Beach, for Chrissakes.

Bear, look at me.

Ray Bones is looking for you. Where are you?

with a star he'll never sign with or without my help.

This shouldn't be a hop in the sack. These two should fall in love.

then I gotta shoot you, you don't tell me.

Where's my money?