Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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