Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How'd you like a sack of dirt?
Everything's gonna be fine.
I broke a promise, Alex.
Unless a bolt of lightning shoots through that window
Alex.
( coins clinking )
I'm... I'm sorry, uh...
John, how are the bookings?
Oh, everybody's fine. Everybody's fine.
I work there.
No way, Bob, believe me.
Alex? Yeah.
We can get along very nicely
smelliest cab in the garage,
"Please come and see me before I die."
I mean-- but you did.
I'm afraid you'll all have to leave now.
Yeah, them Mexican guys are tough.
In fact, "big" isn't even the right word.
Sorry, Bob.
My treat.
How's everybody been?
How are your kids?
Yeah, I think so.
Oh, you said, "Have one"?
I don't believe it. You...
I'll be darned.
What's the matter, you heard it already?
He's got His brass knuckles on.
Huh? Oh, Louie,
Oh, from Baji!
then I'm gonna get in and smelly and dirty it up myself.
Hmm...