Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

picking on anybody with a wedding ring on...

I'm just saying.

We got targeted.

I don't know, Rudy.

No late payments, no shorts.

but I'll work that out.

He ain't curious about the human condition.

What the fuck? Yeah? Maybe I make it three.

and air conditioning in the bargain.

Get the make-work money for Rudy?

I'm a student, NYU.

Yeah, that's great. Yeah, good.

Barb, look at the menu.

Meanwhile, I make more money than you day in, day out.

Fuck me, you just used "venial" in a sentence?

Once that happens, word gets around.

Jesus, Darlene.

You got some pimp in you.

They say don't worry, worry, worry, worry, worry, worry.

It's the 30th. There ain't no April 31st.

from central booking.

Hey, Haddix. Shove over, Barb.

Owner's, like, five, six months behind on the rent.

and lawn furniture, fucko.

just to try to get some fresh-off-the-dog,

He doesn't like you, El. He likes how you present.

Sorry, in you go.

down at the fat man's bookstore on the Deuce.

you gotta pay the rent, right?

Hi. Is Eric here?

Yeah, those places are safe, though.

Rudy Pipilo's gonna be the bank.

Number nine already comes with lobster sauce.

Somebody must've put the wrong version of that one in the projector.

Um, you know, that colored girl.

You're gonna be very popular.

Then the taxes come out.

Now you're dead. Aw!

I mean, I act every night, don't I?

not to mention, as we're all aware, a fucking degenerate.

The key light? That's your main light source.

bending over, spilling on you.

have been going strong for years, no offense.

Do you have a card?

Hoping for the same or more this week.

if that's what you're asking.

She's getting it doggie style.

And you really turned that Chink dog palace around,

I hear you, stretch.

'Cause you can.

Yeah, Jerry Van Dyke. "My Mother the Car"?

You need money or you get in trouble,

Your wife's a fucking whore.

Eggrolls. And you?

Yes. I'll make a fucking movie.

"Great Dane in the Morning."

when you got this kind of environment here?

Plus a lot of shit going on across the river,

Hey, you're married with children

Your chance to meet the man of your dreams.

I am tired of this bullshit. Hey.

Thanks a lot, sweetheart. For you.

And I started crawlin' around in the sand...

He's a pimp like a crippled little-leaguer

about Mickey "Super Gentile" Mantle?

Check it out, Lori.

We're burning film.

a New York station

These are waitresses bringing me drinks.

Got a friend named Tony. He cooks in the kitchen.

I mean, you drink for free, you make good money.

I'm just sick and tired of the whole damn thing, you know?